FICTUS
you'll look longer and you'll find less.
the emptiness that ego betrays is compelling.
where within all standards considered,
we are normal
we are blank
we are opposed;
light will catch upon your iris sending us reeling back to the beginning.
a cage cannot be constructed unless there is steel to make it with;
steel you have used up to construct your own imprisonment.
cast me darker into the shadows where I call forth using only gestures;
beckon a wanderer using only slight of hand.
you taught me how to trick,
how to hide until release from their capture was impossible.
then they'll live with me beside the corner,
ignored
bewildered.
they'll try harder and they'll believe less.
call me a coward's daughter but I believed waiting would provide results.
waiting gives in to the inevitabilities of structure, routine, and gradual distress.
but how can we be blamed?
there's always been something pulled, fished away from sights.
everything is beyond the will of our hunger;
everything is beyond a certain immobility of the mind.
I'll follow closer and I'll attach less.
looking at where we stand;
it feels only a matter of placed timing.
schedule anchors our endearment;
our tolerance to a greater ethic always withstanding.
a noose cannot be constructed unless there is rope to tie it with;
rope clocks and grids have used to bind us together.
without a place in the universe falling wouldn't even exist.
there would be no tragedy,
there would be no matter of obligation to solid particles.
quarks would even escape the void.
but as it is, cranes pull apart and build up establishments everyday.
a chasm of thoughts convey little to the naked eye,
but where less is found, more is supposed.
create a false glia and we'll have fooled them all.
the emptiness that ego betrays is compelling.
where within all standards considered,
we are normal
we are blank
we are opposed;
light will catch upon your iris sending us reeling back to the beginning.
a cage cannot be constructed unless there is steel to make it with;
steel you have used up to construct your own imprisonment.
cast me darker into the shadows where I call forth using only gestures;
beckon a wanderer using only slight of hand.
you taught me how to trick,
how to hide until release from their capture was impossible.
then they'll live with me beside the corner,
ignored
bewildered.
they'll try harder and they'll believe less.
call me a coward's daughter but I believed waiting would provide results.
waiting gives in to the inevitabilities of structure, routine, and gradual distress.
but how can we be blamed?
there's always been something pulled, fished away from sights.
everything is beyond the will of our hunger;
everything is beyond a certain immobility of the mind.
I'll follow closer and I'll attach less.
looking at where we stand;
it feels only a matter of placed timing.
schedule anchors our endearment;
our tolerance to a greater ethic always withstanding.
a noose cannot be constructed unless there is rope to tie it with;
rope clocks and grids have used to bind us together.
without a place in the universe falling wouldn't even exist.
there would be no tragedy,
there would be no matter of obligation to solid particles.
quarks would even escape the void.
but as it is, cranes pull apart and build up establishments everyday.
a chasm of thoughts convey little to the naked eye,
but where less is found, more is supposed.
create a false glia and we'll have fooled them all.