I left the inhibitions behind,
surfing on the restless mind,
far from temperance, I escape
to an unsettled dreamscape,
where the trembling trellis of reality
blends with the form and duality
of grotesque fantasy and terror.
In Hypnos’ cave, where Error
joins in lavish feast with Desire
on servings of hope and despair,
and once the gluttons satiate,
they are inept to differentiate
between misery and mirth,
how much each is...