"infeasibility" poems
Slowly
Revolutions
Loss of the momentary flickering
an inescapable fleeting of infeasibility
spun.
These beautiful colors
Become one beautiful web
Smashing into those hurt eyes
With every pulse, movement
Slow grey spin-spun twist-turn
familiarities modify
With every revolution.
Distortion in the most striking.
potential is no contest
confusion is adjustable when
the view falls
and sees all of those wonders
from the bottom up.
Haphazard,
Those blurs whisper that
The wind tells no lie
When it convinces a soul
To forgot what it feels like
To stand solid
Spun.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 3:05 AM UTC
What is reality?
Reality itself cannot be comprehended in whole, thus its truth;
And hence in incredulity,
Reality being nothing more than the sum of perceptual senses translated into mental Interpretation,
It can be said that its very infeasibility grants sanity in its exiguous comprehensibility;
We spend our time attempting to prove and disprove things in this realm of reality, ultimately proving to ourselves the cessation of progression,
And with these interpretations we acquire what is colloquially called knowledge,
Reality is what is known, but not all that is known is reality.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC