works combine
to make the minds
manifestations make sense.
yet the dense patterns conjured by the grey lump
as its known, rarely unfold in entirety,
with the use of letters and conjugation,
is a system wherein Reason is
supposed to lie, but letters lie,
just like the eye, or nose,
or touch, the dichotomy of
hot and of cold, how close
you blindly can see, senses 7
or probably more, definitely
deeper than the all the seas
on this blue planet, our mental
palette absorbs more than physicality:
the mental anti-matter
needs deeper development.
'tisn't enough to chatter
wi' symbol&enigma. 'cos
this's a matter of
death&life, so lets
get out microscopic
tools, till we can
watch the atoms; though too many pixels
make a wish that there exists some
metaphysical spectacles, to guide
the minds eye, instead heads
just get high in green haze&
days slip by like hourglass specks,
if only this abyss of 5 senses
were married with its imaginary
opposite numbers, we'd get shifts
in the psyche like zeitgeists before've been,
synthesis of laws and beliefs, with science
bound to spirituality. but a wise man once said,
you can never truly comprehend,
or try and defend your logical construction
about the world; objectify it: unless you
are stood outside of it.
