the thoughtscape spliinters
infinitesimally-
the underpinings of life confound-
a mish mash of existences
superimposed on one another,
a daliesque vision of hallucination;
grandeur-
no one knows the signs,
only their inevidibility
as we revolve around ourselves
in a whirlwind-
dizzying sensations and
streaming colors punctuate-
i am my only prisoner,
but where is the key?