a poem about the solipsistic, nihilism that was created 50 years ago and where it stands today with technology and the return to neopaganism.
I'd like to think about all the wonderful fantasies prompted
through the colors of a beautiful abstraction sold to me to realize in my imagination
even the unstirred emotions of someone yet untouched unlike me or someone who can see the value in such sensibilities
could be devoured by lies of a false promise of a strange benevolence embracing a complex infinite reality
which someone would struggle to break from wanting to believe. Even settle in a inebriating state of meloncholy,
as they swim and drown, indulge in an ocean of shattered dreams. wanting to never know.
to what one had awoken being real since the days of old.
I chase dissociation, and the world I know, no longer.
I'd like to think about all the wonderful fantasies prompted
through the colors of a beautiful abstraction sold to me to realize in my imagination
even the unstirred emotions of someone yet untouched unlike me or someone who can see the value in such sensibilities
could be devoured by lies of a false promise of a strange benevolence embracing a complex infinite reality
which someone would struggle to break from wanting to believe. Even settle in a inebriating state of meloncholy,
as they swim and drown, indulge in an ocean of shattered dreams. wanting to never know.
to what one had awoken being real since the days of old.
I chase dissociation, and the world I know, no longer.
