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I stared at the passage of time today,
     as measured by the clocks adorning the many walls around me;
       is there no standard anymore?
     to the measurement of its passage?
For it seems to travel at a much higher pace than would be deemed average;
     perhaps the universe has hit the fast-forward button,
       pushing us along toward our different dooms at an advanced rate.
Nobody can ever tell for sure.

Time advances at its increased pace
     while all else begins to slow down;
       life seen as comic-strip slides.
     Everything moving frame by frame---
       is this reality?
What is reality in this warped, distorted world which we all reside within nowadays?
     Reality is but a dream,
       a faux illusion which has us all entranced,
     sucking us deeper down into the void to our own dismay;
       what about any of this is real?
Sure, we bleed real enough,
     we cry and weep and fuck real enough,
     but to what effect, for what general purpose?
You want enlightenment?
     Seek to open your doors of perception;
       peek through them into yourself---Huxley would be proud,
     as would Ginsberg, Leary, Morrison, Lennon.
       This state is nothing in comparison to a cosmic connection;
           this is a false enlightening,
          a mask concealing the truth.

What point is there in continuing to write these words
     when the spirit isn't guiding the hands,
       but is numbed and restrained instead of reaching for expansion of the mind?
     No point at all.

Enjoy the damnation you've brought raining down upon yourselves.