Mind Streams [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

It was to be a treat - reading alternative theories
on the origin of the universe and different beings
from other dimensions and planets living with us,
looking for ideas on a hollow earth where lizards
& dragons give birth to reptiles, & shape-shifters
threaten us secretly; the author claims to receive
the information from his Oversoul… Lucky him,

My Oversoul never talks to me, it's a construct in
fact, and could tell anybody anything with no way
of testing for veracity; everything has potential to
be true through our belief, & accordingly created,
so our ONLY challenge is deciding what we wish
to do: I wish to find the loving lines of reality - but
my mind seems to be hollow now…

I'm probably one of David Icke's empty hologram
people without a soul - no wonder I'm depressed
on Icke's earth, it is the universe's bleakest place -
his visions appear as a nightmare mess of alien
lives & soulless humans, & I quickly leave before
I become embroiled in these threats to humanity -
though my own mind's winding down, it still is

The entrance to my inner cathedral, & even when
I'm locked out because I dabbled too long in other
mind streams, it always opens up again and I can
chase beautiful thought-forms; and all the while -
using the mesmerising eyes of porcelain dolls as
the standard for the enjoyable illusions I create…