I wish you three would stop pushing me in the direction of a closed door.
One is better than three.
Shattering worlds.
Everywhere is an understatement.
If you can stop expecting me to get up and keep trying with the words that never reach
He doesn’t know my name.
Irony.
One is better than three.
But both doors are closed.
So I’m in this hallway trying to get out.
Locked in this hallway trying to get out but the door I remember is gone and the doors I knock on
I guess no one’s home
That’s okay.
I panicked and started studying Greek.
I panicked and started studying Japanese.
I panicked and
Tiny bird upon a pole.
Flies away into the sky.
Is it possible to turn off cognitive reaction when the cognitive is already broken
Functions nonfunctioning
Yet there and there and there
No the past is too heavy.
Sometimes I think he smiles through other people
But then I think that would mean they’re not in control
Which would mean neither am I.
Which would mean none of us are.
The slip of the logic into the paralogic.
If then thus and in fact.
When in fact.
I think loud hurtful things and then feel guilty for thoughts.
If I can hear you you can hear me and if I can see you you can see me and what is omniscience
And what kind of thing could manage that much
Awareness at one time
Restless wakening
Even the omniscient seems to have a mere window into what it is
So how many and do they share and it’s all too complex for a mind so small.
And yet.
Three birds fly over head
The rain begins
To think about falling
Triangle clouds and
I’m so wrong I’m right again.
Oh I could have stayed on the subject but it hurt too much so I blew up.
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