It happens in a shattered realm of mirrors Bits and pieces collectively making a necessary past It’s you, then And it’s you in the future Not of the bits nor pieces trivial, although we would want them to be Calling them trivial gives us more legitimacy But they were there …

All lives matter Mode median mean The averages say That the only solution Is to persecute the minorities Not all lives matter when all lives matter When all live matters, some lives are valued more than others And those are the seras How the cookie crumbles Nothing we can do But surrender to fate As dictacte by the all great organizing intelligence Who we can only glimpse at through mathematical axioms

There’s this ego Who’s existential edge Is its own succession Who you become if you so do The ubermench There’s this aftereffect The remnants of stimulated muscle fibers That translates being Based on the aftereffect’s ability To explain the initial effect Our origin This origin explained paradoxically by indulging in the aftereffect In the presumption of teleology Structured dogma Who’s daring stare

This shows nothing but a fourth wall A fourth wall of reciprocal force: an acknowledgment that the only partition between this side and the other Is a difference of consciousnesses proven Behind two separate set of eyes Of a singular awareness of abjectivity — a competing standing of being above the other set of eyes

A limited amount of resources Ending its pattern Stunted Capitation going to your head like a crown Minions dying The ivory towers losing any significance Your crown becomes the only prize To rule over degradation Of patterns becoming less distinct The cries become noise Trivial to the reign Of reason and thought Of a supreme race Of grandeur sustained By the degradation sought By the minds that think

So simple Composed of a few syllables Pointing to immeasurable experience Cutting off Right before reaching the end In a trailing attempt To appear as immense Falling short of eternity Forever

A substance of will Voluntarily Participating Making the whole playing the part Staring into an abyss Choosing an end Sealing faith of an inevitable confront a vacuum, void, unfilled A leak of will prophesying a deluge A soulfully animated spirit

Before the word, any, is formed We do not know while we are We presume and are susceptible to competing judgment Verdict only arriving after the word The presumption only justified thence Then to be, without, before, during the birth of word Is not of this word but of a word prior The prior word not of being rather faith Being and faith Holding fast to believe The premises of our being Are our were wore fore word toward evaluation

A self representation Exposed in words Draping a being On its edges On its claims Casting a shadow of nothingness Absence due to a defeating presence A presence marking its claims with words Becomes the thoughts of another A self reflection framed for others to look in An infinite loop in the mirrors facing each other The self reflection of another exposing an eternal principle Going back to the beginning