wisefool

Your sinister face beckons me. . .

to take a trip
into tragedy
to take a swim
into sin

to mortgage
mortality,
assess
sufferability,
and reevaluate
resiliency.

I'd scrub off your scabs
a thousand times
to know the beautiful beast that lies
beneath.

Entangled,
we'd conspire against life.

For, reality will only recognize our presence,
when we are found
to be donning our other faces.

And through recognition
we are un-quantified,
densified,
now truly begotten,
and able to affect all
of space and time into our own liking.

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Say hello to my frontal lobe.