Only Revolutions

[designed_reality]

only revolutions

turn the wheel away, exposing the recovered signs
show one and five was never the six they claimed
but still we fumble with our counting towards ecstasy
never claiming to have the path
never claiming anything,
only calling and longing for the experience we were all promised
but instead a fishbowl of depression laden synapses were all we were given.

the possibilities are fraying, standing on the edge of safe
we hold onto this unseen feeling of a lucid dream
but our hold is such a slippery decline that, that
once i was in reach of a man called hope
glistening in his tear filled eyes, i then knew of all else
I asked if I should be worried about touching the remaining gift of life
he spoke nothing, and in doing so i was delivered the answer so swift
that i felt and knew nothing.
and i remembered how long i've known nothing as my companion
so much so that i'm accustomed to its habits
laughter.
and then i knew.
i knew.
i knew nothing.
and it knew me.

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This is cool.

 

[designed_reality]

thank you!!