I
Is not life but a grand hallucination of doors?
Which knobs now turned, which cogs now spurned?
Who the key, has in his hand, can take me to the land
Where quantum I am, in so many lands, and moments,
Autosuggest manifesto, the spirit's numinous rapt
The auras of objects I feel, the paths of pathos
That lead to eras of eros, their pathologies I see
Reflects of prisms no isms can seem to contain,
Infinite, all I can obtain.
II
There is no rain like the Poppy's tears,
Wet with storms, I fear,
Drowned are all the plants
In a sea of brash illegality,
Bereft of spirituality
Though Ahriman's machine,
She whispers to me.
I can be,
I can see.
Because of she,
I know the storm
Because of she,
I know grey.
I now the serpent
I know its ways.
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Figured I would comment on the whole piece
Hopefully you're editing on the other will allow you to place in the contest!
For some reason I thought I had seen two spelling errors in the last section, but now I only see one, and perhaps that's just me thinking you meant to use a different word...in the second to last line it reads "I now the serpent" My guess is you meant to use "know" instead of "now"



