Ego Death,
Is like a drug.
Boiling in blood,
Ecstasy on tap.
Dissociating from ourselves,
Until we become fractals.
I’ve seen scything flesh,
Cracking bones.
Knowing what it’s like,
To die.
New experiences,
No matter how many thousands of times –
Each dream roiling to the next.
Yet,
Here I stand.
Ego Death |||
