steadily, all grows, like the tower of Babel,
numbers and figures,
measurements and monotony,
all come falling down
and syntax is sequestered down
to simplified ideals,
and yet you overcomplicate it all.

I believe the sun sided with the moon
long before man came to roam the earth,
that they did so to plunge man into darkness
as he'd grown accustom to the light,
and to bring him into the dawn
just as he'd felt comfort in the dark,

and I believe there's some celestial understanding
that no man, philosophical nor mathematical,
who could ever be able to explain it
in its proper stance, as no man
had the proper training in stars and bodies of the skies,
for they've existed longer than he.

MOMMY DEAREST*
sadly,
you killed everyone in your head
including the loving person i knew,
growing up with a best friend
that ended up being my mother,
and the past twelve years i watched
as you died and the heartbreak
you caused all who loved you
and by denying the help they gave you
by denying the help you needed
to accept reality the way *we have to,
and so as you've killed us all
and isolated yourself to the point
that i'd had to write your eulogy,
for you couldn't accept your life's detachment
from everyone, ties you severed yourself,
and that me being the only one left
left me with no choice
but to bury you six feet deeper
than the demons i created on my own
because I can't take care of yours too
in the fifth circle of hell
after I've escaped purgatory senses
and discovered my freedom's as a man.

we can't stop our hearts from beating,
our lungs from breathing, so why
try and stop our minds from thinking?
they can destroy us once they're
overclocked and overloaded,
over-simplifying complicated situations.
we still try to forget ourselves,
and how they're always there,
but it's inevitable, atomic,
how time moves us, but we cannot move time,
only by falsifying hands tracking
secondary measurements, little ticks
that eventually drive us mad.
not with anger, but with sadness,
time slips, and we slip with it
back to innocence, perseverance ensues,
and we soon see how time changes
without our hands in the clock.

you can take your hands off the gears now,
and keep the time set where it was,
and before you know it,
that too shall pass.

I built myself up
in comfort
and in closeness
to the idea
I wouldn't have to feel
the ways I used to.

Now I build up
collections
of books
and others' ideas
to pass times
I can't comfort myself

with the way I am now.