I
Exist not
A mere projection
Warped inward, eye of folly
The offspring to all matters holy
Incapacitated for His peaking gaze
I am the swarm that haunts itself evermore
This self
Sentient riddle
Which they dare terraform
As it lies plunged in lies benign
Inconsequential to the dimension
An experiment bent to its own detriment
Subjected to the most vile inward containment
Reality
Forevermore untrue
But truth invariably real
At times impalpable; a challenge for
the greedily vindictive exploration lens
Unable to grasp divinity; an open challenge
For the I to determine the veracity of what's real
Once
Death befell
The inanimate
Injected life into life
Immobilized the temporalis
Extracted purity out of the impure
Made all existence precisely what it's always been
Death; inconsiderate patron of our unclear destiny
I am
Made to gaze in
Seek the opalescent
On canvas fully monochrome
I, the paragon of wholeness undone
Intimidated with staccato instructions
Lost in the frenzy of refusing hopelessly
Men
Still gnawing
On the illusion
Of such blissful taste and smell
The lie that lies within, promising
That our significance wavers not at all
That there is a point, a path, a goal, a paradise
Craving for the lies to be true; that they realize when due
Do I dare
Divulge the coded
Touch the imperceptible
Liberate the illiberal selves
Purge the uncontaminated, the unstained
For man to see that which is still misconstrued
Shall I enlighten and disrupt the darkened; reveal
That matter is paradox, and only nihil born of sense?
