I awoke to a complex chemistry.
So, I went to a neuro-surgeon inquisitively to see what she could see.
But she knows only what she´s taught so I turned to a Tree to see what he thought.

And he asked: “When does three equal plus one?”
The answer is Birth -- Life´s creation.
Then suddenly flames rushed past.
Green turned to black, and life turned to ash.

Because I believe in everything, I´m convinced of nothing.
United we ran -- divided we crawl.
It just takes a common enemy to make a friend.
Marry hope and fear, invent a colour.

And so, it´s gone as quickly as it came.
Raging tides galloped forth to extinguish the flames, and, thus, was born in a cloud above.
But all else was gone, and one plus one equaled one.

In harmony with gravity always bringing everything down.
Tear out your mother tongue chlorpromazine incursion -- the rights of the voiceless will be revealed.
Flesh is food and bone is stone.

A grey-matter cause for inner demons´ microphones.
Fields of shells that lurk in murky waters.
A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber.

Logic´s tough but brains are sweet, we´ve served our sup for the demons to feed.
Projected self loathsome apathy redefines reality.

Paranoid self-victimization in a cage of skin; rage and intimidation lack of control bring a once bright life to stone and ice.