The World is cracked open, laid out before me.
just reach out and, with a twitch of my thumb, change the entire course.
Become one with yourself to become one with all else.
no identity.
I've found it, though I've been there before,
didn't recognize it for what it was.
is
remains
pick myself up and slap mankind's gods across their faces.
walk backwards through hoops I've jumped before
been there
came back
raise your hand if you feel alive.
gasping into conciousness, I take a few deep, fatal, muggy breaths.
and realize the immortal joke.
and see the ages-old jest that mankind has laid upon me,
a sick, sadistic, twisted humour that isn't realized by those who think they know.
those that know they know don't speak.
those that know some don't speak much
those that have nothing to say normally say the most,
those that spend their time in their 'lives'
their vanities, masks, profiles, accounts, bankrolls, possessions
they know nothing.
start thinking, people.
then you may have something to talk about.