How Strange Within We Are

The Unknown Loved


Sporadic confrontations with familiar hesitation;
Uncertainty
Overwhelming me...

A choice to transcend this illusion
Or depend upon delusion;
A mind encumbered by reality
Recedes,
A burden of mortality
Feeds and feeds
On beings diseased.
We are beings diseased.

The end exists and we await
Ignorant to where we’ll take.
We awake in need of medication:
Faith for daily preservation.
Beyond reason the void is silent,
Beyond reason the void is violent:
Peeling back the corners of existence,
Mystics and monks even met with indifference.

Between her legs she breathes,
Salivating,
Itching to swallow man’s peace;
Baiting men with faith:
Her illustrious disease;
Promising eternity,
And a comforting grace.

Think about meditation to transcend the natural boundaries of existence. Get where... the individual may only know himself. Get nowhere. Get questions, then skepticism, then faith, and then we die.