Rosebuds

free from consciousness. this conscience intercepted by causality manuscripted in nonsense of long sentences and consequence, every sense gone - free from consciousness. moksha liberating of lock jaw meditating eyes focused in the back of the mind. setting aside persona safety in shady matrixes, comfort without matresses, madness so maya, atlantis mirage in the sahara as stars are aligned with the planet theatrics, theoretically hat tricks of psychiatric states of feeling out of place. out of body on cloudy sunrays. no need in the media born ideas, all i need is inedia. uninhabited nirvana, so gone away uninhibited on a universal chariot which carries it and us into the very pit of this cherry we bleed from. the alpha, the omega makes precise and enlightened slices with his trident made of daimonds. sea level islands and all several highlands see the tide appear as iodine to flashes before the digitial camera memories of our eyes. theories of relativity. sheer ease in selectivity. not to be alive, i've been there before. the day before i was born, i was god. something inside of me wanted a thought to be what counts. every once, free from consciousness. we are the red blood of rosebuds.