Do you not hear the screams-
The screams of those who stand fallen?
Can you not see the rivers-
The rivers and rivers of dead, broken reflections?
Do you not taste the mercury in the air-
The spheroids of silver?
Look for the intricately impossible-
Inside the confined collapse-
Do you not see yourself?
Is this not you?
Correct me if I’m wrong!
Your screams in amongst those who stand fallen-
Find yourself before you drown-
In the river’s blood that doth flow-
Flow from whence the valley meets the blind-
You see those who cannot see-
You do not see– yourself!
Do you still not see- see these undeniabilitys?
Mercury air- your breath…
Drops of you- the mangled metal-
Do not turn your back on yourself!
Also in the forgotten foreground:
A cut out black shadow watches you-
Watches as you walk away–
He also is you!
Whispering turns to shouting-
Voices vying for attention-
Another manifested mortal-
A man of many minds-
A fear is in you-
This is me- still you don’t see!
Divergent paths, too many too number-
Dissected, bisected, trisected intellects…
Over and over they split you…
The splintered man-
Dead, alive– multiple musings-
Schrödinger’s man in a box…