The Universe Perspective

  Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack

  The lie Presented as scientific Presented as intellectual Homo Sapien Homo Faber Man the wise Man the maker Truly belittling Autonomy and transcendence Apparent in description Homo sapien and homo faber Perverted the idea of autonomy Existentialism as the cornerstone A transcendence above reality The trauma of constraint within our minds Made us feel the need to escape We were bound by none other Than the slave morality That Nietzsche perverted in its definition A retribution? No, an individuality. Slavery is to the individual As trauma is to the human Interchangeable Equal in refinement Potent in solitary confinement Systemically imposed on ourselves The man is not the maker The man is the lost The man is not the creator The man is the reshaping The man is not transcendent The man is transcendent to himself only Reshaping the human identity As one of an acceptance of loss Necessary in our grievance with the traumatic impact of existence itself One of snark being the sole remainder I

  My sophomoric desire My destructive shape Planting a shallow deep into the veins Selective on its dispersion Hyper fluctuating through my brain. Demolishing and dancing Swift away through shimmying and springing A reconnection to the id A reconnection to purity A prototypical identity was born A fluctuating mirror With its vibrations high Its light sparkling Its light blinding Prototypical in its reflection Prototypical in its display The shimmering mirror Blowing smoke Blowing ash A nearby construction zone The shimmering mirror Now covered in soot Flowing through my veins, Demolition Destruction Beauty A desire for conservation A desire for desire Dancing through the woods The construction site A tower stand in its place A building erected A monument of prototype The saucer Flying through the skies A symphony of intellect A crash of despair Where did it go? The tower Standing above The saucer crashed into it The saucer damaging it But the tower still tall Dancing and demolishing On