Poetry by Anthony Sandre, c2018
I have no plan; no agenda, no timeline and no plan.
I feel civilization crumbling away beneath me, I feel my mind leave my physical body.
I release all inhibition and bare my soul for the world to see.
I feel the eyes of others, hungry to steal away everything that makes me human.
I fail to grasp at reality and feel myself slipping into a world of woe.
I live in a state of euphoria, a place of paradise once lost.
I live below the ground; I am the slug in the garden.
I close my eyes, I seal my soul and begin to rise from six feet under.
I release myself from the depths of someone else’s soul; a phoenix from the fire.
I shed myself of misery and embrace disposition.