Pineal Gland Optics

How come I shiver, hurt and bleed If in dreams I cannot truly feel? Who would dare say, who would claim This hallucination isn't real? Synoptical glitch looking gla*s So enticing, real and free of lies Prodigious, omnifarious It 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 re-genesis Threatening, so complete in beautiful deformity 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 concealing veil, the rational cloak of doubt Torn off the restraints, the vile shackles Burned away, the agony, the fear, the grief A new set of eyes cleansed by a new belief