Much room

The shroom baboon has collected me and consumed me into their identity I am wandering the jungle floor aimlessly... prophecy has come to me she has agreed to die cancerously. I devour her carcass and marry her body I luxuriate in the glory of her beauty nothing is left for me... only she knows what becomes of everybody.

“I am merely realizing myself as the dreamer in a dream from which I am never waking.”

If I perceive myself as waking I’ve simply slipped into another dream akin to remembering a different memory that completes a past moments breath of recalling.

The reflection of everything upon which my recollecting being is resting is the extent of total humanity... all of it me.