ManicWorld Magazine

I have been
beyond the Gates
at the Garden of Need
and now my memories
have forgotten me.
I have been
unlocking 1100-foot doors,
crawling the floor of a purple forest,
sliding down black pyramids,
under the spell of a lost cobra.
I have been
tied to the belly of a ram,
snuck into unknown kingdoms,
where children born into artificial darkness
find their temporal signatures,
where homosuperior toss their tiny ships at satellites.
I have been
beyond the Gates
at the Garden of Need
and now my memories
have forgotten me.