Illusion
I can feel a power rising from the depths of the earth.
Something that neither time, death,
silence, or starlight can erase.
Why listen to the lies they tell,
why unfailingly believe? It will all drop away.
And nothing will be left but lines and prisms;
geometry. Shapes that can’t feel pain
rolling through a black ether
which gets colder and colder.
The days slide away like rain,
leaving nothing tangible we
can actually grasp or make sense of.
forgottenpoet 