#doublethink

A dead lust essence,
Indented seraphim wings,
dripping paradoxes vieled thin,
in this boxy rat race, there is no fin,
symbols of origin, coded in the open,
generation prometheam in a dimension-
where theory of action is condescending,
the weight of oxygen splits pomegranate-
lips to a cinder without even barely asking,
basking in the scented fishbowl conscious,
hanging my assumptions btwn night and day,
melded the depths of decay, in this abyss-
of blissful continuance, just to display-
regret like the ends of a zooming comet-
crash landing on an planet now extinct,

the first steps to awakening…