I am a visage of thoughts condensed,
a matrix of potentials bound by
solitary viewpoints and understandings
unfathomable to the distracted seekers
waltzing through cycles of self perpetuals,
calling this "normal".
This world is a collection of
differentiation and pointing fingers,
fed and fed again to the empty mouths
growing hungrily from its soil,
caught up in spinning layers
and colors yet unseen.
A constant stream of screams float
through this place,
calling me to open my box of ideas
and change the sun's light to
something more visible,
cutting into me as I taste
after certainty and truth,
looking for something to grasp and feel..
A denial of impossibility
I carry between these un-sheathed eyes,
to unfold upon this plane
a place to sit and watch
cold sheets crumble from skin and
old hearts melting away,
exposing the reasons
for being here...