Writhe

It was as if time
Stopped right then, an eternity between two seconds
Where I stood
Suspended
In the Sky
Miles above the earth…

A concrete line in the external world
Twists violently within my own mind
Now in this moment I’m harshly reminded that

What is
Is

Merely knowing what I’ve now discovered
And I am demeaned to nothing
Now gravity will grind me right into the rocks below

Absoluteness hammers down
Onto the self raisеd on the stilts of my dreams
Stripping all vanity away
All I acquire is all I am, nothing morе

Equated to an empty shell
Yet we’re still sentient beings trapped in our defeat
So if the value was myself
I start to think, on what terms do I even exist