"Lucid Alpha"

Lucid Alpha

 

Welcome to the land of nod...

where you can be the lightning...and the rod

deciphering your antics odd...

with a meaning waking man forgot.

 

Redeeming is the pantheon...

while I'm scheming with this mastodon...
the metropolis is latching on...
to my construction while my mask is on.

No screen...

I'm just acting at this guild...no cameras on...
and gazing at she...with stature of glamorous Amazon.
I fix my lips to converse and notice that my stammer's gone...
I pop the question...and her answer's...uh.

Then the theme switches...
and the scene twitches.

These abstract absences of continuity would seem glitches...
and seeing vivid would seem timid...
if not for the dream with it...
deeming it averse to being specific

If being constricted is being prolific...
then defiantly I'm being complicit.
If being so gifted is being holistic...
then undeniably I need to go get it.

Then the theme rises...
and the scene surprises.

The thinker realizes his thoughts are randomized...
yet to my surprise I've got random eyes...
ROY G. BIV irises arc as I look at the sky.
To be plain and simple you don't have to fly.

Though jet planes are obsolete...I just flap and rise.
Then I pass the times with these dapper flies...
wing-tipped shoes...wing tips galvanized.
Octagon red...stop sign sunglass-ed eyes.

Lucid Alpha waves...
enable crowd control...after days...
or cloud control...in spastic ways...
UV scatter rays

Eyes move rapidly...
on Sunday Monday happy days...
on darkest nights in blackest caves...
through mundane strain in fascist maze.

No need for LSD and acid trip...
I just say...

Pass the waves.


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