Illusion And Trance

We snake our way Through the city side streets Like adorable criminals; We prowl as sleek as cats To the dark bars And dig underground jazz; Our memories guide us Like well-marked maps To hidden basement retreats Where everyone drifts Into another existence, Charting their souls’ evolution To this moment of lurid experimentation. Don’t breathe too long The fetid air of normalcy, Too many walk like living corpses In this conformist society, Everyday making down payments On their burial plots, But I refuse to allow this To be my lot… My spirit demands originality And I’m seeking to understand My immortality following vague traces Glimpsed from illusion and trance And near-death experiences.