Time has become meaningless.
Pareidolic faces in the clouds,
I am seeing patterns and meanings behind things,
Secret personal messages
in the glowing box in the corner,
Guiding, mocking, scolding…
Initiation to the modern world.
Schadenfreude voyeuristic tabloid,
Telling me how I’m inadequate.
My hands and feet are tingling radiation.
Pingala and Ida,
Nadis light up
like Yggdrasil in Yule,
A thousand purple lotuses bloom.
in a soft padded room.
The ghosts of shamans past,
in antiseptic tomb.
LGH, ward A2 is my ashram.
I have many hot nurses at my disposal…
_Son of Ham
By: hiroshi kuhn