As the nothingness concludes-
I can feel the electric rain
and palm-muted guitars.
Every glimpse of this world
is through a looking glass;
I am a stranger in a strange sort of bland.
Crawling to the back of a bus
on 13th and Willamette,
I found enlightenment
not before I found unconsciousness.
Watching the darkness...
experiencing grunge...
sweating like sponge...
I saw your celestial flesh again.
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