A foggy world in a forehead of tangles

A mountain reaches upwards, peak piercing the clouds

And the threads unravel.

In a movement of great inertia

Everything has led up to this

The man's eyes remained open

And his soul sunk into bliss.

A network of streamers, strings and loose ends

Collapse in a puff of air

Now his mind could be anywhere.

Oh no, it's right here, in fact

Floating around the room

A disjointed cluster of yellow ideas and yellow tears

Tap against motionless balls of white porcelain.

With a start, he erupts

Leaps up from the chair

And in ravenous breaths, pulls blood from thin air

In effortless breaths, smoothly rips out his hair

Rips the baby, of course, mother of nowhere

Look inward? Oh, don't, you'll just meet a blank stare

His body multiplies

And he takes to the streets

Breaks the bones of a traveler

And the watchman, on his beat

Synchronized swimming, this dastardly god

Each Ki'yo Chokma

Now travels abroad

But in a twist, it would seem

He still sits right here

His many forms fast-collapsed

Is it really so queer?

Splitting fibers forgotten

Sitting, turning to ash

Take a man of pure reason

Make him Hyde from the flash