That haunted house—

In the Harvard valley;

Those chaos clowns…

No fun like Jack and Sally.

I found myself choking on a crimson haze—

There’s no mystique, just misery—

I prayed to God she’d lead me straight out of the cave.

When I fall, you smile.

When I speak, you shout.

When you lie, I drown.

Or is it better to not say anything at all?

No.

Never not say anything at all.

Because I’m not like them;

How could I ever be?

I can see in the dark;

They are blind in the day.

And they’re not like me;

Why would they ever be?

So they stung me like acid;

Numbed me like lidocaine.

Those precious stones I’d carry in my pockets:

Amethyst and obsidian, quartz and black onyx.

I was there to see science; instead, egoic shadows dancing blindly on a projector;

The gnosis of the sun hit me as I exited;

Science without crimson is such a beautiful thing—

A calming blue spectacle of infinite possibility–

Discovery, creativity…

The blue sky hung over me;

And I wept.

When I fall, you smile.

When I speak, you shout.

When you lie, I drown.

Or is it better to not say anything at all?

No.

Never not say anything at all.

My blue sparkling dress;

I put it on last night.

It is so much better now—

Here in the light.