I never liked sex tripping
It’s too raw like stripping
                 Or watching a real murder
           Conjuring electrified anger & horror

Spit on my face
Leaves not a trace
         Of saliva lingering
Only faint dried trails of colors fingering
                       & caressing that space

Tales of the strange
No longer appear de-
                    Ranged shallow facades & fakeness
of people appear
Too real yet somehow not real
At all awful
      too intense to bear
            Maybe it is the fear
Hovering along the borders of madness
Maybe my dear
You fancy yourself a seer
                  Caught in some travesty
Too much knowledge can be fatal
        Dis-
        Ease of thought charades
                 In majestic guises
                     Strange aliveness
                        Splits off once again

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