The most repulsing things seem resplendent
for these 51 seconds of fermenting filth,
as my subconscious sleeps with my surroundings
and my mind is a meditating mindfield.
Eyes snap open.
Rain down, beads of melted wax,
let it soak into my skin.
Rain down, prior perceptions
let me eat myself from within.
I have a lust for this drowsy dance.
I long for this lagging learning.
I want connection to this cause.
You are not that which I am
but I am not that which you're not,
let us tie our better halves together
and be happy with our lot.
Why am I burning?
Why am I drowning?
Why am I alive?
The first time.
I miss people I haven't yet met.
I remember things which haven't yet happened.
I am sure of things I do not yet know.
I have visited myself for the very first time.
It's okay, you're safe now.