I want to be free of the unconscious conditioning being projected behind my eyes. I want to be free so, here I go, down… the rope, of my memories; hand, under hand, legs, wrapped around tight, slowly, sliding, down…the rope into…my memories.
Into the caves and caverns of my mind, and it’s, hidden twin. It’s there where I’ll begin, digging, into the twin, my subconscious-the place where my projector has employment, just part-time now.
Still, the secret projections, behind my eyes, continue like private screenings, that I don’t even know about. So private, I’m uninvited yet, I sense the silhouette of something….underneath the focus of day-to-day life.
It’s hidden from my consciousness, it thinks. But no, it can’t think-it can only make the tape, for the film projector-for the movie, of, before, shine again, but, not really cause, it’s old. It can only pretend to be now. A poser is all it can be. Don’t be fooled, that projection is old!
I want to be free of the unconscious conditioning being projected behind my eyes. I want to be free so, here I go down the rope, of my memories, of my subconscious. Here I go….