Dimensional Travel Horrors

I travel through the black holes in my head Not a true kingdom beyond the **** of daily patterns How many lives wanted created between fates Oblivious to actuality How much of reality lost! Artifactual A flow of blood that coats everything All that history warning and waking An eye that opens never closes Continuence is this violence of remember Nothing can be touched let alone unraveled My body cleansed of that dust that crowd at all ones limits discovered Escape plotted in the slow creeping carnage of the everyday masquarade until one day an entire generation will proclaim its own vision May our children bring forth the actuality