Caduceus

As I slept for those four years
I dreamt of buying liquor from a
Shaman up the street. Only to come home and
Find Piccasso in my bed, Andy Whorhol in the toilet and
Banksy half eaten on the kitchen table
I'm sure I was thrilled by this discovery,
As I'd forgotten how to breathe, so my conscience
Dragged me to a space of darkness, where
Eagle spread across the temple's floor,
A mind-fart asks: "What's wrong? "

I told him:
"When I was young I wanted to fly
But Icarus stole my wings. So I see the shaman
Every now and again, to fly emotionally
I've endured the harshest winters
On my journey to the edge of
The mind. But never will I discover
Reason. Unless I have the Shaman's potion
And two Pokemon for spirit guides"

So we began a call for
The illuminated gods of
Silence to consume our lives
I lost my way outside the temple
Meaning,
The doors to perception were closed
My religion was growing, thin
Back on a path to get home
Where we discovered the tumbling,
Bumbling Metaphor
To be dead.

A group of us huddled around
Watching it with anticipation
For a sign of whether our dreaming
Is indeed real.
But I step away from that crowd and run into the
Forest of machines. Only to trip
Over a realization. Without even seeing me she says:
"Don't apologize.

A true regard for the situation,
Should be over how
Impartial Reality is so far,
during your stay"