Wednesday, February 15, 2017

a fabric without any threads


(truth does not exist in the form of absolutes

there is just an individual’s ability to perceive

according to the senses acquired

by hereditary genetics

garnered through evolutionary development

from a single cell organism)

 

looking out at the loneliness of l.a.

sea of faces erases

the constituency of a drop

 

my companion is a cigarette

the rain

and the pill i took to quiet my brain

music so mellow it makes whale calls

sound like rock and roll

 

everyone else finds the grind

measured by time

i do not believe in measurements

the moment does not even exist

so i subsist on the alteration of my mind

until i am tailor made to convey

nothing matters

 

i am found underground

where no one can unearth me

the directions are written

in a language

incomprehensible to anyone but me

 

euphoria is silence

un-saturated with wordy rejections

accusing me of wrong doing

but all these flavors they are brewing

cannot find the seasoning for recipes

when i say

there is no such thing as right or wrong

 

there just is

and then there isn’t

and that’s all there ever was

without a because

 

until this moment

this sidewalk

this cigarette

this rain

do not exist

 

i take another pill

to further vacate

the landscape

of your understanding

 

forced to accept

you believe the sun never sets

on your expositions

 

i am an imposition

only because you create

a cohesiveness that congregates

my impose

 

while all i disclose

is there is no point to conversation

obliteration

is the only way you will see

the scattered atoms

that really have no molecular structure

just what you perceive

 

subatomic particles

are in the eye of the beholder

cold space will be colder

when all that remains

are unexcited photons floating

in the frozen temperature

of empty space

 

i do not wait for things to not matter then

i’m at the when where nothing matters now

 

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