DieMythlifeTriptomind

I saw what is real

  and this isn't it

The Real consists of tiny bits

  of every single thought and thing

That will ever exist

  that ever has been

They'll take your head

  your body too

Outdated, exchanged

  for something new

Like taking a call

  with can and string

This Other

  an incomprehensible thing

"Be One!" they say

  but can you imagine?

A realm operating

  in this lateral fashion?

No body, no mind

  separate or single

In a simple seamless oneness

  you'll mingle

Sound is creation

  not communication

The first I've been told

  the second I know

One thought is all thought

  they come and they go

With a speed of such stagger

  above and below

Into and out of

  and too quick to know

I cannot yet grip the magic I see

  nor shake its astonishing grip on me.