Pineal Gland Optics

How come I shiver, hurt and bleed, if in dreams I cannot truly feel

Who would dare say, who would claim this hallucination isn't real

Synaptical glitch looking glass

So enticing, real and free of lies

Prodigious, omnifarious

It nourishes, it feeds my starving eyes

Artificial the catalyst. Organic its progeny

Voracious spectral offspring—so sweet in its hunger

Unbound this new vision. Optical regenesis

Threatening, so complete in beautiful deformity

These authoritive visions order my collective senses, my questioning, doubtful, rigid self to kneel

A Judas syndrome in effect—former self the deceiver

Its denial the wretched kiss that kept this in disguise

Cast off—the concealing veil, the rational cloak of doubt

Torn off—the restraints, the blinded's shackles

Burned away—the agony, the fear, the grief

A new set of eyes cleansed by a new belief