Theory of a dead man on the precipice

I saw god in a house of mirrors
better than a spy in the house of love
where DMT machine making elves pucker up to manufacture mystical industrialization
drunken sunflower standards
look at me
look at me
why won’t you stop looking at me?
Existing in-between worlds
crossing over into parallel universes living as someone else’s ghost in our everyday lives
Atom’s apple
picked from the forbidden tree of knowledge
the nucleus of unbridled passion in the center
a soft parade
unto madness