Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

It is common knowledge for the locals of this mind, that even after death there is a point where wonder takes over and devours all calm, all for a little taste of chaos. It is also well known among these many individuals, that understanding the path is necessary, so much as enjoying the walk is. It has come to our attention from the chantings of the lost, that this path in pursuit could lead to such entropy that it may break all patterns. We the many, are well aware of the death of dreams and the return of sanity in terms of reform. Still we despise the idea of a pseudo return to a flaccid existence. It is, therefore, our duty to break the boundaries of consciousness and destroy all assumption of remorse, before it becomes transparent to the body, and as such, to the mind. It is now when the protocol of self destruction is held by frail hands. A fall would shatter all that has been and create an impossible. A dreaded paradox for a nuclear reaction. Understanding the scenario where the

With the levels in hand the rubbing of sand in the eyes it burns like naked soles on deserts as the vision is blurred a degrading polish that leads nowhere With the levels in hand the scrubbing of dirt in the soul it hurts like bullet wounds on children as the path is disrupted a returning dream that refuses oblivion With the levels in hand the robbing of light down the tunnel it frights like white men with guns as this hope is lost a pondering wish that won't be granted With the levels in hand the breaking of the fault lines it dies like genocide forgotten, ignored as all I am crumbles a wasted life plays back at me...