Oblivion

My brain is full of wine
Intoxicated vision
Beaming illusion
I look into space
To find the world that once appeared and once disappeared.
What happened this moment
Has become a faded memory.
They say “Madness”
Because I am only loosing what is common to sense,
Unperceived scent,
Denying myself.
They say I don’t know what I am doing
But it is only fair to know what I do not know,
Go where I do not go.

This madness is passion for the unknown.
To crack the nutshell, go to hell
Break the bottle on a baby’s head
Kiss the frog, poop in a jug
Do all they call weird.

Tochi