The Terminus

An existential piece inspired by life around me…

Where is the line that divides the cerulean reflection of verity?
Where are the peaks beyond which we need no longer be surrogates?
Where are the black holes we need to delve into to hear the voice of our crux?

Let our insides melt,
like molten sludge
in all its subtlety.
Let our destined Five
lose all heed to garner
as we drip off plastic leaves.
Let us breathe the fog
for we have evolved
from man to mole.

Where have we lost the keys to beauty?
Where have we gambled our souls?
Where are the mirrors of feint we have lost our faces in?


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