A Total Mockery, He Gets The Joke.
Assuming what we’ve been told,
we’ve just been playing the role.
Drifting beyond the
social shadow,
He fancied
the metaphysical,
not the manufactured
layers
of our existence,
where the Ego
our ego,
insatiably
urges
something to hold on to
outside
outside
beyond its
natural form.
Resisting the
Malleability,
He immersed himself into
the ever seductive,
deepest layers of irrational intimacy
where
time collapses,
oh, maddening
aesthetic dance!
[they don’t know the truth].
…
A different kind of bliss,
transcending semantic impulse
your pages still decorate
the corners of my brain.
