The world is one crooked expression
always crooning into the cosmos of a lunar addiction
The world waits to unfurl your subjective reality

And I’m just a brave voice in a space
responding to it

A friend told me, once you pin a star, you’re eternally a spear

The next day I heard from God
that his light is just a substitute for gold

According to the world, nobody keeps their promises

So we define a few things:

liquid-  a quench for realisation
solid- self-knowledge
gas- a dense fog circulating around our selfish ideals ___

We are a jumble of our own crooked expressions

In Perfect
Precision

I could **** up your science
With an angle like that

As humility pays homage to the sun’s yoke

Living in a system that is anything but solar

The circle of survival has transformed into a flaming ball of cruelty
A mystery of clouds submerging in unreliable metamorphosis

O, I wish you were still there to
keep me in place
safe away

My thought is a solid wanderer
And the value of humankind:

Human complexity: over esteemed

(Most people would like others to think that they are more than they are)
(That they have a lot more going on than what meets the eye)

The majority; shallow beings

In the face of God
we must judge our own mirror

For he could never be endowed
with more idolatry
than is deserved
None.
in simple praise alone

Be it cracked
or smooth
scraping with innocence
or far removed

Spiralling deep into the underworld

Some mermaid being shall pick it up
and bring it to her face
distorted
in a shell like shape

It remains
a constant
reminder
of who we are

A chosen ending
beneath all things  
ineffable

and above all
wonder
brimming

on the brink
of tears.

I am.