Filtered through the cold logical machinations of the Austere Facade,
Life returns to calculated ways and clinical analysis,
The openness I briefly found becomes another lense,
That the minutae pass through
Just as I pass through the mirror to find my many selves,
So life passes through me...
Present becomes past and gains some definition,
Ceaselessly redefined by other minds, other filters,
The borderlines thus blurred become beautiful,
Hard facts softened by emotion, belief and faith,
Facts made maliable wither exquisetly and colapse,
As the future is an infinite stream of maybe's,
So is the past an infinite record of regrets,
Moments lost to indecsion become catacombs for dreams,
In our multitudes truth is an intricate often confusing lie,
Truth is something relative viewed through different minds,
Minds enclosed in their own facades and refracting shrouds,
Life requires no truth just one heartbeat after another,
Each heartbeat brings a pivotal revelation,
Each revelation is the coming 'round of a cirlce,
Each circle fits into a grand pattern that cannot be understood,
To understand is to cancel oneself out of existance,
For the only consistancy is inconsistancy,
Metaphor is the language of continuence,
Enclosed in the illusion of dreams and sight.
Author notes
the more you look the less it becomes clear......
Ravensdark
A contest entry
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I agree with this wholeheartedly. What a powerful poem this is. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
♥
whisper
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And on and on it goes...infinity! The last line...those last thoughts...they shall remain with me.
This poem holds a mirror to my face, and I see the abyss.
Perfection~
Az
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WOW...There is so much in here!!!!!! Holy crap! I don't even know where to start other than it seems you are right, the more we look, the more we realise we don't understand... and perhaps are never meant to.
This wasn't so much dark as it was beautifully thoughtful... a deep pondering on what makes us who we are... how we pass through life and how it passes through us... how we all see different truths, for they are relative to our own selves...
I shall need to read this over many times to absorb all it's meaning.
This is fabulous my dark lord! I bow to the greatness of your mind!
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