Symbollisance.

fantasizing the finite completeness

denying the inexistent lack we possess

acidic & sour

in the eyes of symbolic

washing away the real

is it an empathersion

or a sympathoccasion

is it already unenough

the numbers we get in touch

words we use apart

de-understanding

dividing the long lost order once more

fabricated answers we have

bowing down before us

all the null brought-together sentences

a freak show

in the order we made

watching the flow in the dark empty room

backstage in the circus

we have a game plan

and monkeys are trained way too hard to stand out

bottles are organized

in the way they've been drought

brought to surface

symbolissance of the unspoken

still the indigo came with a warning

then the sun greeting

drought of the unspoken is now a night away

how many themes

a poem can possess

how many orders

a poem can light up to light the eyes down in front

cold fingers

fingers of the unspoken

washing the laid bare uncustom

orthodoxifying

how can the many believe

that lie is the cure not to leave

leave the zone of play

another staged circus

clownising

wrapping themselves up

in the hands of safety lock

lock of the evidentruth

we are more than one

I feel the wildfire

the inexistent boundary

real eyes see the real lies

and we are non finite

steady for our ephemeral lark

larking our truth

you call the lie

fiercely dressing

solely

for the eyes of the thunder

the spark we are destined to light

empty empires

all over century

changing the names and all

but still

the same hierarchic hypocrisy

the inscribed surreal truth was proprietary

need to access something entirely

with the purified desire to possess

embodying itself under the ridiculosity of precautious

exhibiting the same art piece

over & over

yet you still

with fullignoration

deny to open your eyes

I'm not the first one to say

fullaware that I won't be the last

acknowledge if you persist

in the world we build

you will not last

refuse to thornify

become the rose instead

believe what you see

and know what you already know

none of which

the century-aged manuals

used to construct you

fear is not panacea

here the solution you're looking for is the honest bravery

for this is only the first step you take

face to face & in dragon's lair

if you are the prey

become a mole

they don't know how you play

change & transform

turn to your ashes & reborn

fallava

to fly high above the revolutionized

we are here

aware of the expectance

still if you don't fight with us

your silence will emphasize your lies

superposition is what we need

the proton persistent not to break

neutral being a choice no more

they are not the perfectionists they say they are

their mastery is in their lies

lies they advertise & produce

mouth to mouth