Reality

The reigns ride high,
The yoke weighs down,
The vibrant, multifaceted existence,
Burns us with its pressure,
The IS is painful,
The mind is a wrack of consuming,
Zooming through the notion of time,
And yet it’s dull.
The boredom is insidious,
Fleeting joy and unwept grief,
Sift through the mind and spark,
The dark is deafening and silent,
A raging undertow of non-being,
Nothing satisfies, nothing satiates.
There is a blanket of falsity,
An ephemeral wasteland of meaningless
-ness, IS-ness is not.
Lost. All is lost. Nothing in its proper place.
The pace ever-changing,
Hitting from all unexpected angles.
Life is the unexpected alchemy of chaos, change, and stagnant despair.
The question reigns, the question hides,
An unsolveable mystery in an insoluble dread.
Loud, the screams of dying dreams.