Back in the discomfort zone from a slice of bread two
days in a row and I can’t breathe properly, can’t think,
noise irritates and nothing makes sense; desperately
seeking for meaning to tide me over the darkness of
allergy, it should be possible to retain sense of reality
After all these years - but no, as short-circuiting starts
in my brain, synapses misfiring and I’m left adrift on a
slow-moving river of meaninglessness with the fresh
flowers opening every hour becoming invisible - only
a physical sensation of drowning within a hurricane’s
Unending circles remains whirling in my head and I’m
spinning continuously - but going nowhere at a most
impressive pace - why should innocuous bread have
such an effect when bread is such a ubiquitous food
found everywhere, a temptation only to be withstood
By those bereft of their sense of aesthetics as well as
without imagination; the Holy Book declares bread to
be the essence keeping spirit & physical flesh together,
well, clearly the Bible wasn’t written for me, I’ll stick to
Spiritual sources claiming that every subatomic particle
Has consciousness and rejoice in knowing that though
I am lost at sea, going nowhere, the whole universe is
filled with awareness and registers when people like me
are feeling lost and alone, and will make up for it in the
non-physical domain where all consciousness goes
Upon leaving the physical world of 5 senses, where even
the reality of the 6th sense is still hotly debated…
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