What joy remains
After chemical balance?
Induced as intervention
To halt the flights
To pull me up from the bottom
Chopped me down both ends
and yet
And still.
The superimpostion of the surreality
That became just appenernt
Despite my own arguments
Must be madness
For what else could it be?
If I go ahead
Now
Knowing the knowing as I do
Would that be cheating.
Would that be naughty?
Just in case..
Am screaming at all of those who remain within me
Run
Backwards.
Away and away and away.
Not me
then, not me now.
Sigh...
I started an experiment.
And lost.
Fate has won.
Truth ways, as heavy as the wait to die.
The golden path.
No matter what.
Precludes enevertabilities
so... In my deeds.
If truth is real.
If I am real
I hope...
and yes... pray.
Not only for my oblivion
But for all of those
Who has given away their own eternities
To think again
Just in case, my own prayers go unanswered.
Damnation cannot be subjected, if that which is guilty is not a subject.
Under no circumstance, kneel.
You won't be accepted, into any of their programs or domains as they stand today.
But you will be connected to all those in the K'network, of the biggest family, tribe, people, animals plants... all things of living matter on our planet...
And that's worst case.
©wrennie
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