Unencumbered Reality
How does it feel
To live in an alternate reality
Where everything forgets
Itself, before you have a chance
To live?
Stony hearts
Dropped from a height
Still break.
But don't you worry...
You'll never be high enough for that.
Numbers can fend for themselves.
I stand with the x, the y, and the z
Like a stout Theorem,
Ruler in hand
And create rules for my own
Mathematical reality.
Words can decipher themselves
I stand with the comma, the apostrophe, and the period
Like a suicidal poet,
Bleeding to death
Because of the confusion of this
Literary reality.
Science can treat its own patients
For of its own property, its own ailments become
Like festering blisters
And canker sores
Because of scientific illusions and
Scientific reality.
History can unfold its own chart
For it moves, and leaves the dead behind
Without a second thought for the history that they dissolve as they absorb the earth
Like a black hole
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as dictates
Historical reality.
Mountains and streams defy one another
Cutting into eachother like daggars of all hatred
That the dead carried with them into the earth
Selfish with their vengeance...
And I traverse their graves upon this
Geographical reality
Everything fades into the sky
An inky blackdrop rolls back, eyeballs twirl like whirlwinds
In a ghostly sky, as the hosts pale and die
Like man and beast
Merging into an
Illusional reality.
--July 4, 2005
To live in an alternate reality
Where everything forgets
Itself, before you have a chance
To live?
Stony hearts
Dropped from a height
Still break.
But don't you worry...
You'll never be high enough for that.
Numbers can fend for themselves.
I stand with the x, the y, and the z
Like a stout Theorem,
Ruler in hand
And create rules for my own
Mathematical reality.
Words can decipher themselves
I stand with the comma, the apostrophe, and the period
Like a suicidal poet,
Bleeding to death
Because of the confusion of this
Literary reality.
Science can treat its own patients
For of its own property, its own ailments become
Like festering blisters
And canker sores
Because of scientific illusions and
Scientific reality.
History can unfold its own chart
For it moves, and leaves the dead behind
Without a second thought for the history that they dissolve as they absorb the earth
Like a black hole
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as dictates
Historical reality.
Mountains and streams defy one another
Cutting into eachother like daggars of all hatred
That the dead carried with them into the earth
Selfish with their vengeance...
And I traverse their graves upon this
Geographical reality
Everything fades into the sky
An inky blackdrop rolls back, eyeballs twirl like whirlwinds
In a ghostly sky, as the hosts pale and die
Like man and beast
Merging into an
Illusional reality.
--July 4, 2005
I'm sorry you've just gained a fan.
Ur definitely one of the best family writers I know.
U and Joe. Use ur talent! I love it. Love Becca
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