Lotus Growing

I am the lotus growing,
Blooming forth from an
Industrial quagmire

Stretching out of decay
And turning away
From Freud and his cronies

I am an alienated product
Of mutation with a tight tourniquet
Around my Id, Ego, and Super Ego

Cutting off circulation to their analysis
Letting phenomena wither and die with tactile sensation

Because I feed from the light,
The One

Colors taste true in my mind,
My Eye

Shattered is the image
Fractal is the imagery

Born the finite
To embrace the infinite

Look at me,
The nonexistent,
The Ultra

You see
I am the lotus
Growing....