Inevitable Sins
And then my thought rekindles that girl
And then I lose that momentary control,
it yields a mental state
a free dive at an abysmal rate
for what is now unreachable, was previously real
anyways that's what you feel,
when your human mind could only spell 'steal'
now your soul is trying to heal
from the layers of love you chose to peel,
to painfully re-summon your humanity's reel.
So I turn to god, limited by my senses
his presence so fragile; a mere impression by fellow primates
And the atheist feels so proud affirming this cognitive limitation
in some self-acquired certainty,
somewhat more logically consistent than a blind devotee's desperation
And the philosopher smiled at all our statements
for his disguise lies in over-complicating non-sense,
and that made him wise,
but to the mathematically bright, all logic will bind
the separation of futile words and the truth running behind
So I ran in space, just to realize
That space and movement
were cognitively summoned like a mother and a son
both a mere deception, on the run
And then you have the epilogue
that no one can even choose to address
for its nature is not really accessible,
in the feint reference of the human frame
where all thoughts seem different, but are fundamentally the same
from the genius to the insane
they all rise and then they fail,
when death conveys the final mail.
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