Insomniac

The loop and bend of twisted knots A self-accelerating lapse One must forth and throttle through This mess that he begot The other side marks the beginning All fresh and anew Waiting on the other side Welcoming those who got through Internal razors activate Halting the progression Mind-battle of recession Welcoming those who enter Once all was pointless But pointless lost its point To the point of a pin This contemplative thread Weaving in and out of reality fabrics Weaving in and out of unfocused, hazed magicks The rising sun A moment of clarity