Tactfully tenebrous tentacles
Knotted crepuscular threads
Twisting light intangible
Rays fall upon dead
The curves of the plot
Familiar, Enthralling
Cathodes calling
Soliciting desirous thoughts
All your versions
Dispersions of the truth
Enrapture and capture
But one knows they can't participate
In a world so disparate
And so lets reality dissappate
To a ribbon of 8mm tape
Strangling the base of the brain
With catchphrases and tropes
Faux pain, simulated rain
Tangles angels of hope
At once Ouroboros
Swallows its tail
Feeding on the past
Baiting the trap of tomorrow
It's a hit
Vitrified eyes of glass
Just a bit of a hit
Static friction can't be bypassed
To reach into the magic box
So I could buy the the newest truth
The waves seeping out stops
Progress toward proof
A mirror displays all this
Dismays yet empowers
A dopppleganger with optic loses
All the problems but success is present
Every hour on the hour
Happiness sucked from the right side of the glass
As though it had left
Through a semi-permeable pass
Conservation of mass ceases
Of gazebeam oil from concentrate
Observation for no reason
And still the oculars gravitate
Thoughtlessness eases
To be enraptured by vervain
Destroying thought innate
A little black box
Trapping eyes into its folds
Apothic cillia blind
From the parasitic grip on the mind
Her mouth speaks but never tells
Of the dross filled limestone wells
Hidden, the pearl of wisdom dwells
Sequestered in the deepest cove
Where ne'er the deepest diver dove
It's pearl of wisdom:
that there is none
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