If in dreams I cannot truly feel
Who would dare say, who would claim
This hallucination isn't real

Synaptical glitch looking glass
So enticing, real and free of lies
Prodigious, omnifarious
In nourishes, it feeds my starving eyes

Artificial the catalyst
Organic its progeny
Voracious spectral offspring
So sweet in its hunger
Unbound this new vision
Optical regenesis

These authoritive visions order my collective senses,
My questioning, doubtful, rigid self to kneel
A judas syndrome in effect
Former self the deceiver
Its denial the wretched kiss
That kept this in disguise

Cast off, the conceiling veil,
The rational cloak of doubt
Torn off, the restraints,
The blinded's shackles
Burned away, the agony, the fear, the grief
A new set of eyes cleansed by a new belief