The Dissolution

Of perceived reality

Perhaps, could not

Happen fast enough

For it is not as it seems

And yet it is cracked up

To be exactly as it is….




Every incredible nuance

There to be experienced

Heat, light, sound, touch,

Taste, smell, projections,

Recollections, interpretations,

Desires, regrets, wishes, hope,

Euphoria, despair, loneliness,

Food, water, alcohol, drugs,

Music, silence, noise, sleep,

Snoring, waking, farting, burping,

Laughing, crying, anger, pain,

Birth, death, cycled and recycled




How could one possibly want

Any of those to dissolve?



Besides, what would it disintegrate into?



Creating while entropy occurs

With materials and thoughts

That conceivably do not exist

Everything is moving so fast

Or seemingly not at all






“Dreaming about some kind of life
We say it could have been different
But it wasn’t because we weren’t.”

“Rich Man’s War”

– John Trudell



Ouch.

With no one to blame

But the person in the mirror.





“I write to expunge the darkness
So that someday
Light may shine through”


– Angelo Devlin