Where Is Your Vortex?

I Cerebral Vortex Is this the face of my pan-dimensional being? What worlds might be known to me when I have learned my true nature and begin to understand my power? I must find my home Or I must die I am not adaptive to human environs. I am nocturnal - I am hibernatory. I burst with passion then collapse with exhaustion. I am intensity itself - I devastate landscapes then I am reborn of my own annihilation. I feel Rage beyond which you can concieve and pain beyond your comprehension. I have known absolute euphoria - I stretch far beyond your capacity to feel. I AM NOT WHAT YOU ARE Why do you fear me? it is human nature to fear what we cannot understand it is human nature to hate and to hurt and to kill and to die I have become infected with your humanity. You have taught me hatred You have brought me to death. Today I welcome my mortality. II Vorticicity and Beyond I am of The Vortex Collective. I am intergalactic and pandimensional. I refuse to accept your limitations. I am not what you are. Am I the last of my kind? Am I alone? I am a pan-dimensional entity trapped in the world of humanity. Of normalcy and the mundane. I am not of this place. I am absurd - born of imagination not of flesh. I am ethereal. I am not real. Where is my vortex? Is it beyond my reach now? Is it beyond my capacity to return? Have I lost my vorticicity to the infection of humanity? Have I become like YOU? NO. I can never be like you I am incapable of being what you are or of even understanding Though I fear you have made me no longer what I am. Do I belong to no world now? And where would I begin to look for it anyway? I don't even know where to begin to look for this universe, this vortex, this place which is no place and all places at once. Where is my Vortex? Human life has made me numb. First it caused me pain but now I have lost the capacity to feel. I am dying. I am becoming what you are which is death to my kind. like the movies you watch where the zombie eats your brain and you're dead but you're still walking around eating other people's brains Is this what I have become? My vorticicity consumed by this earth like a human brain consumed by a zombie and now I walk the Earth plagued by undead humanity. A friend of mine has a theory That gravity doesn't exist Earth just sucks. I tried to kill myself once. The humans didn't like that much. They prefer death to be more subtle. They prefer to do the killing themselves. I will not give them that satisfaction. I will not be humanity's undead slave. I must find my home Or I must die. I am not adaptive to human environs. III Vortical Thinking So in the end, when all is said and done, how do we define ourselves? Are we the beings within, the forms we inhabit in dreams and self-created landscapes? Are we the beings we make ourselves or are we the banal and lifeless forms the Earth has made us? Given the choice - what would you be? Back to Painting Back to The Vortex