Fear and the Universe
Fear is masterbation
A lustful fantasy,
of painful pleasure
Released by the mind,
Inacted by the body.
A want for more--
Hence thought,
Hence progress
We ride the ray of time
In a direction of anywhere,
That which is nowhere,
To no ending
Except circles within circles
That connect infinities,
An empty spiral
Where we are the emptiness
Of hopefullessness.
We turn inside ourselves
To no ending
Except spirals within spirals,
Complete harmony through utter chaotic objectivity.
So... what makes me aware?
A lustful fantasy,
of painful pleasure
Released by the mind,
Inacted by the body.
A want for more--
Hence thought,
Hence progress
We ride the ray of time
In a direction of anywhere,
That which is nowhere,
To no ending
Except circles within circles
That connect infinities,
An empty spiral
Where we are the emptiness
Of hopefullessness.
We turn inside ourselves
To no ending
Except spirals within spirals,
Complete harmony through utter chaotic objectivity.
So... what makes me aware?