Searching through sinew
layer by layer
strip by strip. . .
Scouring through sanguine
river by river
toll by toll. . .
We reach and grasp. . .
pull and advance. . .
through
eons and ages
shining on trolls
and dimming the sages.
Scouting a quantum center
through some type of
very bright darkness
or very dark brightness. . .
Running forward to chase a light that is behind me.
Strolling, yet zooming
through phosphene rings. . .
With grimace and worry
Anxious. . . and
angst for a something
that may, in the end,
be nothing.
Can anything really be external to us?
What encompasses this encompassmant?
All this wonder for nothing.
This mental torment and anxiety
just clouds the day
and disrupts relationships
causing discord and sickness of the mind.
I need to crack this egg of a head
and re-develop my perspective.
The wish to be a blissfully naive simpleton
who finds happiness in the mundane
without question
without a second thought. . .
fully immersed in the moment. . .
an animal, ridden of civil worries
and obligatory social mannerisms
I'm destroyed by social structure. . . .
I must create to cushion the decay.
I must create to cushion the decay.
I must create to cushion the decay.
