The Broken Grey

Watching as the realities set
Like concrete the belief reigns
Without conception of the slowly setting
Molds that have been created

The artificers of this new state
Realize nothing, their blinds reach
Only into their own self made patterns
Clung to as drowning ants in a rainstorm

Observer, obstruction, oblivion…
Understanding and compassion rots
Under the black suns of “emotions”
There is no truth, nothing is real

Fight the understanding
Fight your psyche
Give into the endless loops
Never look beneath

Love is the Law
Love goes beyond petty ideas of self
Self is merely a mirage
When clasped to, it draws only the bitterest of poison

How droll
I seek to understand
I seek to wonder
I seek to love

Decay and death
Wishing for the End
Of myself? Of the Others?
Gods help us now

The point is being Grey
Doubting your own doubt
And going beyond
Whatever, It is lost…

Blessings and Love