Transcendental idealism
Dissociation of Spirit
Dislocation of man
Modern reachings
I am dreams
Am I the dream?
I am the dreamer
This is Vanity Fair’s passing.

Clouds that don’t know about me
Falling through empty cities
Colluding with grandeur for my heir
Asking of nothingness for a heritage
Turn the page
Find me without sages
Lost in a sacred trance
Cosmic shambles and Kailash’s dance.

Dream
Therapy
Concluding that all is error and fix.

I am the river of life
A monster vomiting a stomach crunch
Buy me lunch
Pay for my coffee
It’s all within me
It’s all about me
Rush to the hurrying
Hari is upon you
If I don’t see Shiva
Will you free me from the (hollow caused) Jew?

AI Summary

The poem moves through transcendental dislocation — a self questioning whether it is the dream, the dreamer, or something dissolving between worlds. Clouds, cities, sages, and cosmic dances form a landscape where identity feels unstable, sacred, and strangely estranged. The speaker wrestles with therapy, error, hunger, divinity, and the need to be freed from inner hollowness rather than any external group. In the end, the poem reaches toward spiritual release — a plea for clarity, compassion, and liberation from the illusions that bind the self.