in this small blip of existence
in a lifeline on a timeline
delicate threads folding
their way out of knots
there once was a steadfast bedrock
And I blindly believed ...
that it lay beneath and beyond all there is.
but the only fabric of reality is dreamlike chaos
cling on to what I miss the most
or claw my way back into dungeons and spirals
The machine just takes a momentary pause
when it realizes that it is.
And in all my self indulgence
I've turned hostile on myself
I'll make my peace within me after this...
