Cutting the Cake of the Infinite Indefatiguable you.

I rip out my third eye crying to god,
he or she does not ever answer me,
as I expectedly strain at the cacophony,
of questions left unanswered now.

I dig into the vortex and imagine the future,
of questions left unanswered now,
splaying free every region,
playing with it in my intellectual whoredom.

I stick every answer into myself,
and reap the results from the algorithm so deep I can't understand,
the results so often the same,
of questions left unanswered now.

I want to open,
my own sutures leaving no question,
I will cut them out.

Desideratas,
is speaking to me only in pictures,
delineating the useless,
occams razor slicing out,
all that must be eviscerated,
for the sake of understanding.
No matter how deeply the blade sinks, I love you.
You are beautiful to me.
Me, I am so ugly.