Tragically Lying There

Most days I brood myself into exuberance,
like some greying light above the northern sea.
Static in the brain, and CIA programs
on transcendental meditation.

Heres a thought,
torch the bastards.
Like frying goats with your mind from a distance.

I am unsettled.
And when I get like this,
the world light atomizes,
and splits off from matter like a solar flare
into my pupil.

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