Obsidian Poem by Alexander Duncan

I experience the slick of my brain,
Geometric structures,
Ecstasy,
Consciousness.
Immediately
I realize my wounds.
Perfectly brilliant,
Either slips back.
Ecstatic perhaps, my brain
A serpent,
I see the body experienced.
The serpent knows.
Clarity touches.
Vivid.
Smooth.
I can't, disappearing along
Evolution, slowly coated
By facts, backgrounds, anything.
I recognize and state the fact.
The room is raised in feet.
The sensation of my arm happens.
The goddess,
Psychotic, primitive, superior, anything,
Simultaneously OM, paradoxically
Appears in my vision.
Without a future, everything slips.
My mane-shaped existence
Contemplates chanting.