Porcupine Solitude

...one master contraction of the womb...

enrolled to the wishful integration of the telekinesis,
we try to support the veins with grains of human integration..

we are faced by failure, we fail to realize that the world is something we create,
our delusional act of dissection attains the true manufacture of maturity
a point in the 4th dimension that our journey from birth tries to get us to.
and before really touching that point,
just as moments are about the embrace the finality,
fatality brings forth gravity and we fall down the falls of void...

we know the danger ahead, yet we can't leave the ship
when it's all rivers around us.. that would be meaningless!
instead, we put on black goggles to prevent us seeing the end..
at least, forget it until we really face it..
until we see that there is nothing much ahead..
we dream that it's going to be an endless island our ship is going to land on..
or insist that those that cause mutiny on board will deplete the rules of earthly physics
and dive right through the island to the core
to taste the sermon of demonic flames..

all is simplicity
all is what the human mind is capable to imagine..
just like this folk standing by me..
none is true,
none will ever be,
in a world that we create for ourselves,
dream,
and wake up into nothingness..

a sparkling sensation of porcupine solitude..