Dancing on the perimeters of paranoia
Avoiding the plunge below the surface
Of the mouth’s edge
The dissolution
Of the embodiment
Of an all out tussle
Of the conscious
Constantly forsaking
the tango
Of the waltz it plays with reality
but is this real
Restate, initiate
The initial ending
That will endlessly be there
To doom and kingdom come
And after all that it has done
The depth, the danger, the disintegration
The conscious plays
If it remains
influenced
by the boundaries it is allowed to be placed in
Primitive being
Backlash to the relentlessness of the twists and
turns
swings and
roundabouts
But what about the whereabouts
Of the rhyme and the reason
The lurking underneath
Of the bare bones minimum
the walking of the truth
the aching of the vision;
Lest we forget
the all important being
the sub to the conscious.
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