The dark magic of consciousness
Was a successful mistake
No errors in the code
All the witches’ chants ideal
No time, present or future
Just us in the center of it all
The candles were lit
The cauldron was filled
A mind, a soul
A body, a heart
We were walking worms once
But something sparked
And the magic started
And the fire ignited
Something giving light to the world
As if all the senses obscured
Were born from nothing
The big bang of self
I taste the whisky on the rocks
I can talk to the bartender
I can feel the stool under my scarred body
I can feel
The path up until now
Is blurred with magical runes
Something from nothing
And nothing again
Every memory is so vivid
Every possibility graspable
The names of “things”
Those things of understandable
I can feel
But how to know
Awareness is only there
When you are aware of it
How to know you know
I can feel the stool
But maybe I’m sitting on air
I can drink and drink
But maybe I’m drunk with emptiness
I can talk endlessly
Making up rhetorical questions
And the bartender only bored
From the meaninglessness of it all
Or maybe worse
He isn’t there
Maybe something made up
Like the words on this page
Like the pixels on the computer
You yourself reader
Just a fragment of a dream
Or maybe the fragment is me
I can feel
I don’t know if you can
But I know I can
Maybe thought came first
And maybe life second
But I know I can feel
I can feel
The grief and loss
I can feel
The warmth of a blanket
I can feel
The pesky sunlight
Waking me every morning
I can feel myself as one
Inside a big room
Painted with stars on the ceiling
Windows with skyscrapers
And rugged floors of grass and meadows
Not many but I can feel
And you might too
All around us there are bits
Of nothing but fragments
Whatever it is
Whenever it is
Wherever it is
We can feel it
