Woke up on an altar in the jungle to the sound of vicious commotion
A red komodo dragon had overpowered a yellow one by seldom
Shook epileptic I moved away fast for safety
As the beasts of sunsets ripped open each other majestically
Secure and slowly returned my senses,
Walls moved like catching their breaths
I gazed around and found myself among Khmer ruins
Smell of smoke came from ransacked pyramids
Everything narrowed and stretched one direction
Nature lured me with its cryptic insisting fiction
So distant and small, for me to fit seemed impossible
And I realized this place has no bond with the logical
It was like I was taken for a walk by the pavements
As the stretched pixelated view displayed city limits
The people here were a blend of my sanity and common madness
My feet were bare walking on shattered glass and toxic insects
Like a ghost I yelled for help, to be unnoticed
Is like they didn’t understand, but I shared their language
Cameras on streetlights watching where one stood or sat
This had a source and panic and stress became a fact
The elephant man in public, barrels containing fire
And people around were dressed in thorns and barbwire
This garment was also on my feet, a giant looked like my x
She gave me that look I hate, which left me more perplexed
Further down on the right shone club Lettches squares
It was closing hour since people were leaving in pairs
It was my friends lead out drunk by lady boys
Their devious grins show traps and my friends took the decoys
A futile attempt trying to get their attention
They had not turned to stone but inside they were frozen
Like a blank gaze medusa put a spell on them by flame
They looked around as if they didn’t know their own name
I felt helpless and got sucked away segment by segment
Under the cameras assembled the keepers of the establishment
Their skin looked like glowing charcoal
Orange and dust grey with eyes like a black hole
I looked down to avoid eye contact with the patrol
And discovered I was standing on top of my own skull
The tarmac looked like labyrinths three dimensional
"You are here" were written like graffiti scribble
I came across to slum looking tin can shakes, pillaged by time
With peepshow booths design and I heard melodies of nursery rhymes
I saw mother and daughter coming out from one
And seconds later from the same door, so did father with son
The stench of unwilling sex formed to polluted clouds
Booth below and above as the descent became dilated mouths
Like looking into the jaws of great whites
Inky blackness tapestry that cuts and below flew kites
Cylinder shaped my path was, a surreal regime
And I felt like a bad stand-up comedian,
Who is observing the show behind the curtain
My feet finally made contact in horizontal fashion
A harbor with marsh at the shore so maroon
Immaculated insects making hymns an unknown tune
And I made my way down closer the water
With thoughts filled with despice and terror
Fisher nets, barrels, all ornaments were moldy
I didn’t know what to make of this new scenery
Beside me was a boars head on a stick, surrounded by flies
Its tongue hung and it had rolled over eyes
He spoke "I am this abyss's embassy"
What purpose has my presence in this morbid comedy?
"A question with weight in a bottomless pit
You have been summoned by lady A for a reason unforfit"
Who is this lady A you speak of, you decapitated senate
"Information beyond me every master is unknown to his puppet"
You know the one who bought me; we're booth props in this event place
"The one who brought you here was you; you are in the dragonfly vortex"
You said I was summoned, stick to my question
"Lady A is a bi-product of this manifestation
One creates chaos but pass on the responsibility
To what absorbed the flaws of your kinetic energy"
In the back I saw approaching shapes
They increased in numbers like silent wraiths
The robes they wore were the same as of ku klux clan
Then I discovered the color of their hand was that of a black man
They appointed me to the marsh, in a collective movement
Behind the gloomy fog were a thousand dragonflies present
I stood in the tornado of these insect pixies
I felt a presence of a larger figure clear from the haze
Lady A opposite, with a face expression of despice
Wore thick glasses, Afro-American, half my size
Veins that held stories, her age undetermined elderly
Two pairs of wings and airborne was the only unordinary
"You see everything without moving your head
No source of light or sun can be located"
My discovery confirmed her statement with why
And then my palms discovered I had eyes of a fly
"Think of me as Faust and you as Mestofiles"
But I don’t have answers to any divine secrets.
Do you know of how long my vertical odyssey lasts
What can I have done to deserve these sanity tasks?
Me being Faust is just paradoxal
"Faust didn’t tilt the earth’s axle
Nor did he create the inferno
But he imagined his existing limbo"
"And mestofiles gave answers with no significance
And you are aware of this realm and its functions
You have certain rules here keeping you trapped as bait
But I’m the one with the questions as a keepsake"
"You’ve seen a lot but have you seen enough
You think you know what's real but do you know what´s bluff
You think you're independent but you're owned by someone
You know so many although you're alone"
"You think you accomplished much but for what
You think you're creative but what do you know about art
You’ve got your opinions but who has the same
You think you know peace but what do you know of pain"
"Do you need the acknowledgment to what you're convinced you know
Or would you ignore that and live happy as an average Joe"
You ask me as all the answers are same and simple as 42
That strive is endless and to be unaware, is that to be true?
"This is your Ittahka, would you wait not knowing when rescue appears?
Or would you be the dragonfly that has all figured out, the day it perseveres?"
With these words she flew out of the buzzing whirlwind with me in the middle
Insipidly I tried to digest this hallucinating riddle
My vision moved up and down rapidly
Then I sensed my weight leaving my body
As someone colored my gaze with an optical pencil
And I felt light as a rose pebble
This is the feeling I get from rush of slumber
Like the fly with 360 degrees perspective, caught in a salt shaker
That explained my eye transformation, a passive all around observer
Then I awoke to my breath that stank of an absinth odour
