Kalikapsychosis - "Perfection is what its about. When you can feel, the perfection, of creation. The beauty of physics, the wonder of mathematics all the elation of action, and reaction, and that is the kind of perfection that I want to be connected to" - Sam, hooked into the data stream

The Sun Plays its rays
through ragged holes torn in rain

rain itself is mischievous
attacking in laughing spats

The Wind stirs
even the smallest ground bush,

and far away - Oh, the near horizon,
the mountains flick'r

Oh, in and out of vision,
as if I put them there,

a half remembered dream,
an imaginary comfort,

To a troubled mind.
But yet, to see them......

Causes pain in my heart,
a low steady screaming

the tuneless wail
that drowns out sanity.

For, as I watch
misted clouds make love to mountains,

caressing their base,
and stroking the peaks,

so clearly I see myself there,
above the rain,

standing on the high flat peak
watching the poetry

of rain clouds dancing
with the solid mountanous bulk,

green grass and rock,
and the hardy shrubs

about me here,
high in my mountain home.......

As the screams pitch
and intensity

reach insanity's note,
with frantic hands I attempt,

to stop up the holes,
massive gaping wounds,

they tear forth -
they leak bad gunky into the world,

and, denied my sanity,
denied my love,

(Oh, my mountains, sweet mountains who call.....
Oh, my home, a place all mine....)

I wish to inflame
disgust.

I wish to feel....
Dissatisfaction.

From my fellow humans
packed together.

I want you to know -
to see irrevocably -

I am not what I appear to be.