Shattering
​secret places

The PhD referred to them as Private Realities, those
Places I go when I "episode", but its more of a 
Hotel California - a place I check myself into, but can't
Exit of my own Free Will. And I Am Not Alone there.

Delivered each time by Saints, back out to the Shared
Reality, of You and Me. Freed from the reigns of the CIA
Doubles and Haunted Ghostly Figures. Pupils dialate
Like magic - Shine them some light so I can see. See?

Those places have a funny shape, or not even a shape
One can perceive with sight - it takes a Third Eye.
I took the path of a famed Deity.  And scored myself into
A hot mess, some sheer lunacy. Awesome, eh?

I found the Key in a dream to getting out of these kinds
Of hells. The Secret: these locations are fragile.  Just hold
Your arm out and press your finger against The Edge,
You'll pop out into another reality. Shattered, gone, over!

Eventually you pop into a Shared Reality - shared with 
Millions not just the torrents of hidden guerrilla warfare.
"Our Reality" while not Ultimate and Eventual, cannot be 
Shattered by a mere finger and keeps Mankind safe for now.

Ten, hut! No stand easy. Ten, hut! No stand easy. Ten, hut!
If you repeat it 7 times that would be my 2016, A year of
Accomplishment but at a high-cost, yet ol'Fire is out and
No-one thinks I am Crazier than I am. Awesome, eh?


by Michelle Murphy


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