Pondering.
Pondering the imponderables.
Rattling the neocortex as does a roller coaster traversing the winding tracks.
Stinging.
Stinging words grafting third degree distress.
Nullifying all human feeling as does a highly potent opiate analgesic.
Lachrymating.
Lachrymating bottomless wells in a highly subjective mode of unpleasant awareness.
Defensively triggering a reflex to purge animostic and visceral uneasiness.
Frantically, to the point of ruthlessness, grasping at objective realities.
Rising, as does smoke, beyond the mundane.
In fragile bubble constructs that threaten to expire once tangibly overwhelmed.
This is our truth,
Escaping.
The anatomy of our codependency, suspended between the axiom and the theorem.
Calling upon phenomenology,
Deciphering the strangest of codes,
Questioning whether it is safest to depend upon empirical evidence.
I can coddle,
I can administer an accelerant,
Contemptuously disregarding the procedural plan.
The very schedule indicating the time and sequence of each operation assigned to our name.
Poisoning.
Poisoning doubts disseminating agents of negation.
Seemingly depleting,
Obviously misleading,
The thoughts that skewer around in modulated consciousness.
No comments:
Post a Comment