Hi there! Please enjoy this poem that I wrote this afternoon.
Can you see
What I can see?
That the surface of reality is a cracked mirror,
Shards of glass scraping their jagged points across
The fingers of our thoughts that dare
Ever to explore the splintered surface of the universe;
That what we know is ruptured along lines
Of contradiction that compel us
To be overlooked; that
Fate is a monster who duels Death at chess,
And we are the pieces of a game played
For gain and without a single breath
Between two deities of poison who corrupt every second
You have left;
That life is a riddle and a code
That can only be cracked through a
System overload of insanity and then, maybe,
The last shreds of consciousness shed their light
On why we live in this eternal fight, this
Survival of the fittest which we call
Life?
The universe is as small as infinity and
As strong as a cracked shell;
And in it we exist without meaning, full
Of pointlessness and a thirst
For knowledge that would sell our souls to understand;
But this is the devil’s plan;
A sweet exchange for something
That we can never have.
A Teacup Full of Stories 