for a brief moment of clarity in jumbled space...
there lights in the box, a convincing path through the maze.
a path that instructs the mundane.
no twisted dissembling or ideas profane.
no - not even the overdrove path of Desire,
for the Light shines at it’s end only like the tip of a pyre.
in the Visible, I see the solution
an anticlimactic version of pure reason.
Yet, as the box spins - devoid now of clear air,
I shout, ‘Wait the fuck up’, in severe despair!
there lights in the box, a convincing path through the maze.
a path that instructs the mundane.
no twisted dissembling or ideas profane.
no - not even the overdrove path of Desire,
for the Light shines at it’s end only like the tip of a pyre.
in the Visible, I see the solution
an anticlimactic version of pure reason.
Yet, as the box spins - devoid now of clear air,
I shout, ‘Wait the fuck up’, in severe despair!
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