I.
Though I am sad and suffering
and my heart is but a second
from death
I exit the realm of my thoughts
And push aside your convention
and form
Here I am entering a state of nuclear half-death
II.
There I enter the stylised
outer conscious plane of my poesy
I cannot change back to that which is
dead
And buried as a fragment of fear
From me
Somebody someday will want to retrieve
III.
A change will come
When our paths collide
And we enter ourselves
Through the other one
