They say loudly.
Running around in circles,
we do. Dancing to
the rhythm and jive,
the reason for living.
The friction of the
circumstance and the pain
of its denial, Never living
up to the standards we set.
Exo-conscious entities live
among us. The data
stream buzzes with intent.
The ineffable circumstance
slithered its way in
our passing of time, watching it
crumble into pieces,
touching the forbidden
pastries of the
minds prison. Walking
in folly and
satisfaction, which frustration
only knows some of
the time. It lies just
like they do. Backwards,
in the nest of time
It flows, seeding envy,
The umbra looms on
The horizon, never focused,
Only plotting against us.
Not it and they, but we
And us, and substance.
Entropy knows its way
Like a fire burning
In a fireplace buzzing
With energy and awareness.
It’s always there.
It’s always watching, knowing
Anticipating its return,
From Realms, we
Inhabited long ago.
The veil of reason and logic,
Separated us at birth.
This is the rebirth.
The human child, wise
unknown, obscured
and wasted. Nothing and
everything rolled into
one abstract experience
in eternity.