Grapple

I love word(s)

I love infinity

For WORD

Gives us infinity

Allowing us to

Grapple with

The incongruity of

Perceived reality



Knock on wood

The door seems

Solid as wood

But we know

It is, and it is not

Since even vague

Atomic awareness

Recalls how each

Atom ⚛️ is working

Protons and neutrons

Surrounded by

An electron cloud

Made up of……get this

Mostly empty space



And unlike the

Made up Matrix

That we are batteries

To power the machine

That controls us



Me, you, and a

Dog named boo

– Lobos

Along with doors

Batteries and machines

Thoughts and empty space



Are made up of a

A conglomeration of

Cooperating atoms

Called consciousness

In order to experience

“Reality” for the sake

Of having experiences



Not to learn lessons

Or burn through Karma

Right repulsive wrongs

Relive past lives or

Pay a devilish debt

Saving your soul




Merely have experiences

Infinitely forever since there

Was no impractical start

Likewise impossible finish

Since neither fit in infinity

Strangely, there is no room

For such non sense, nonsense




“Don’t fight the Matrix,

Experience it.”

– Angelo Devlin