I think; therefore, I am condemned,
To think it through this hypochondriac’s dilemma.
Reaching out with words for an approximation.
For some vague semblance of logical consistency.

Language is a sharp and polished razor blade.
I find myself upon the duller edge of its profound asymmetry.
Sawing, painfully and …

Midnight
exi(s)t(s)
(r)t(r)ixe
Midnoon
High crescent in bloom

left for life and stranding on a restless plateau.
glimpses haunt my periphery,
foveae fixed on a wishful facsimile.
its face is of a million dying stars.
a gaze which draws me nearer,
drags me from afar.
its eyes are a droning rhythm of sleepless dreams and delusional dread.
bestowing …

A rhizome nourishes the roots,
The roots sustain the trunk.
The trunk splits into many branches,
Reaching for the sun.
And we, in all our might, are nothing but a sprouting bud.
Thrusting violently and blindly into the unknown.
And yet, somehow, we have the gall
To stare contemptibly upon …

bistable perception.
executive/emotional
dysregulation.
train of spikes,
input output.
going back and forth
on same redundant
contradiction loop.
stare your killer in the eye.
reduced to an absurdity
and yet you’re still alive.

Loose ends,
Tight feelings in my chest,
Tied to the drowning past,
Surrender fills my lungs at last,
But somehow I’m still swimming.

Tugging and pulling my heartstrings,
Guiding my mortal frame,
Though by the day we grow stronger,
Heart’s strength is its greatest strain.

So I remain …

A little poison now and then,
And later as well.
All is poison and all is panacea, don’t you see?
And every lie is laced with a drop of truth, trust me.
I took an oath of hypocrisy don’t you know?
That means I promised to never not …

A stark dilemma:
Whether it be more prudent to resist,
and swim against the ebb and flow of entropy,
Or to embrace the final cause of life,
And, with a wide, impudent grin,
propel oneself headfirst towards annihilation?
Therein resides the nature of my inquiry.

12 years until the point of no return.
2 minutes left for our species to mature.
For centuries we walked a rope stretched over the abyss,
And countless lives went down to keep this tightrope act alive.
Now do we squander all of it away and dive?
Now do we …

I have a fundamental need for order,
For mind’s flows to be constrained by the will,
For seamless conversion of the potential into the manifested.
But the pattern is noisy.
And yet, even noise seems preferable to silence.
Harmony is not a matter of rigid proportions.
In truth, it …