The Subconscious stage (draft)

(One) of the final ACT(s) begin(s),

(I, I, I) begin,

And I’m six(teen) feet under(water)

in the sea of my dreary dream.
Part the midnight sea, so that we may see, (C)

what does it all mean? (crystalline cove)

A glass marble drowns while floating

At the tip of my coral hand.
I peer inside and I’m on the top of (the Moon), of my own calloused creation,
for (one) hour which devours twenty one world(s) in (ten) waking minutes.

The waking world, the (wheel of fortune X ) is All (a) SET(i).

To devour,
(The Blue Rose) earring which contains the whispers of a diluted sapphire sky,

The whispering, wandering waves 

of monarch butterflies

choking me to a saccharine sleep.

“THE MONARCH EFFECT”

Shines in purple neon,
A thousand torn tarot cards scattered to a hungry, howling wind.

All labeled “number XVI” 

The swirls and curves of nimble numerals

Bend in the cuts of the crying wind,

And coalesce into (The Tower)s, (The Chariot)s, (The Fool)s who stumble along 

An everlasting spiral staircase which leads to the end of 

(The World). 

“Act XXI”