Disintegration

Ever had the sensational feeling
That everything behind you and
Just out of your peripheral view
Is disintegrating behind you into
A colorful cloud of atomic dust
Opaque yet oddly translucent
Illuminated by an invisible sun
But when you turn around is all
Back in place like nothing happened

No, me neither.

Just kidding,


When it doesn’t occur organically
It is an interesting intentional
Contemplation to conjure up
Knowing it is what we do anyway
Without the disintegration part

By reframing what we experience
Into rational realizations such as
Everything happens for a reason

No. It does not

There is no reason for anything
Save what we justify to make
Sense of this senseless world

Like time and karma
Are a collective creation of
Our crazy consciousness

Hint hint, nothing exists
All leading back to that
Un-provable solipsism thingy

Perceiving recollections to be
As favorable or fearsome as
We choose to remember them

Why not, nothing is solid as the
Tactile sensation that makes it so
When it is not disintegrating behind you


“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Or at least a pair for the back of my head.