We firmly grasp
long forgotten truths,
lost understandably due to volitale natures
of both the percieved
and the percievers.
The believers of such practices,
those are the ones understandably
ripping scalp from brain to let loose
long forgotten truths,
now realized.
And that realization
rips firmly grasped dreams
away from our flesh
to replace it with the cool glass
of nothingness.
And we try to reason with it.
(ah the folly of man...)
It's easier to forget, but, I fear, we're
lost, understandably due to volatile natures.
Adding your comment:
"The cool glass of nothingness" is a great line, Poet. Very vivid, visual, visceral. Good luck in Carol's contest. 
