Late night entry: Ocean Lab systems fading /
I'm lost within a thought and populating machinations /
Now the odyssey begins again and once again I'm limited /
Cuz movement of the rapid eye in visions I've existed in must come to end /
So I can wake up in the A.M. /
To the harsh red digits screaming that I will be late again /
I'm stretching thin, loaded pen, graveyard shift /
The early bird'll catch the worm—especially if he hasn't slept /
This life's a trip like Datura-tea hallucinations /
If you keep on drinking you may not divine the crucial meaning /
Or maybe the problem is that most folks don't drink enough /
For fear that altered consciousness will be some strong stuff /
But these are just the etched words of a frayed mind /
That spies the cosmic hourglass pouring grains of spacetime /
I'm lava lamp floating, fighting sleep /
Trying to accomplish what I can before I drift into a dream /
Sometimes I stay up just to think /
Other times I stay up just to listen to the nocturnal silence speak /
Sometimes I float inside my dreams /
Caught within the void that exists between emptiness and everything /
Sometimes I'm lost inside my head /
Sometimes I lock myself inside my Ocean Lab to poke at who I really am /
Sometimes I navigate the deep /
The urban night is barren as the sea-floor; a tundra that calls out to me /
Late night, treading dreams, this room is an illusion /
My Ocean Lab's as peaceful as the surface of the moon /
Our destiny's to sail among the stars—but first /
We must confront the self-destructive nature anchored in the human heart /
Motor-oil gutter-reservoirs reflect the murky sky /
I implore you to explore the deeper side once in awhile /
Though the weekly visits quench the thirst for absolution /
All the old discarded gods sigh amongst their sunken ruins /
My Ocean Lab mode of navigation is instinctual /
The prime directive is ensuring that this message reaches you: /
None can comprehend another's pallet of existence /
We're all floating down the river; to each his own transmission /
I'm just another vessel surfing on the waves of slumber /
My eyelids are closed, yet I still behold the wonder /
Up until the cold alarm sounds to terminate my quest /
Rude awakenings that signal days spent working from a desk /

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