Fighting from the depths of the dark knowledge dream


One version of it anyway
The acid trip that never ends
Bookshelves full of living tomes
dark titles that palpably radiate dark energy
A man, only a head now
Who peeked into a hole in the wall as a curious young boy
whose body was eaten away by raw energy that shot from the hole in the wall
Tearing the flesh first from his face, then eating up his body
Just a head riding on whipping lightening now
Looking vaguely like a young dan akroyd
Skin regenerated and new, manic eyes
Evil laughter, of course, because he has the secrets of power
But at what cost?
You try to escape
Get out the front door, walk down a hill careful to hop over the various model trains and whatnot
And you kick one over
It wants to go go go
The train
But the wheels arent lining up right
And trying to put a running four car train back on the rails is tough when all the wheels are spinning
At the bottom of the hill you walk in a lobby
And are trapped in college
But the office is emphatically CLOSEd
Says the woman sitting in the bookshelf half way up
You are just trying to remember you schedule
She works for the admissions office and is far more nasty than helpful
You rail and yell and make a fuss
the injustice of it
Did you drop the freaky class in the basement or what?
Your sure you can pass it with minimal attendance and a cursory reading of the book, but then whats the point
And wheres the text
You search for it among living books
These have neon green and pink writhing, psychedelic covers
which are wet and dripping
Some near the bottom are rotting away along with the shelves
You stop looking and make a decision about schooling
You blow it off forever
Closing those learned doors and are back in the house with the dark living volumes
Evil books of dark knowledge
Books which force themselves on you,
but you resist
And try to get out of the twisting passages
Malicious vines
You manage a way out and work your way to the front desk
The woman there assures you that you have seven more days left in the place all paid for
And you say the place seems familiar as she walks you back in, becoming more haglike
Welcome back she says and kisses you and you stir mightily as she laughs and you are trapped in the mansion again
Which of course frightens you
mushroom trips are fun but his one has lasted for weeks
You pop out from time to time and seem on the verge of waking from the dream
But they arent done with you yet
They need you to agree to something
You struggle and almost wake, sleep comes again and its them again and they want you to just relax and fall deeper and deeper
And of course this only panics you almost but not quite awake
only to fall back in
Being pulled in
They have plans for you they do
But you are a stubborn man
or a pussy, afraid of joining forces with the mighty
The shapers of the universe
Each time you are more awake and the dreams less powerful
Light streaming in your window now
The cat jumps on you
IS SHE WITH THEM?
You alternately doze and wake in a panic
for what seems like an eternity
the phone rings and presses a new reality into your mind
Luckily it is not satan calling
And you wonder what you were so skeered of …