i was awoken
by the hand of god
in tue form of
pure electricity
as mania grips
my fevered skull

now i sit
longing for sleep
radiating sparks
unable to still
the rambunctious
screaming of a
thousand disparate thoughts

it is times like these
i welcome being self blind
because i am sure
i wouldn’t recognize
whatever it is i have
morphed into once agin
a semisentient beard
attached to an ugly skull
filled with lavender arcs
pockmarked with burns
as plasma boils across
misfiring synapses in
this long internment
in paradoxical hells