fauxcroft

Incredulously bamboozled

Spinning within a vortex

Drifting through a vapour mix

Of pure quantum insanity

Spiraling in squalid ruins

Acquiescence drives us to succeed

And every bit of our being

Yearns solely to exist and bleed

In misanthropic cultures

We do what we need to if we are to survive

In philanthropic attitudes

We live for present moments

It’s sequential and logical

This consciousness we are creating

Within aspects of the universe

Reality and illusory is negated

And everything is what it is.