cannot save us.
(inside from a negated self)
For its existence merely shows
(who claws at instruments and pages)
that our minds
(created not for me but for those who like to)
need some clever distraction,
(indulge delusions of grandeur)
a momentary Zahir,
(and succumb to)
a religious ******
(messiahs of mass mentality. From Deep within I beg myself to remain)
for illusions of the separation of ourselves from
(saying nothing and using time only to scream.)
this.