My Hypothesis:
I like to push. Over beyond the horizon,
I imagine what it could be like
when the horizon disappears and there is nothing and everything
will there be anything at all?
I hope not.
Every step, every time I push father.
Endure more.
It brings me closer. To the horizon.
but i never really get, closer
just understand, more.
I like to know..
What we have, what I have created. Forced.
Its like a friendship, there is no goal.
No aim, just company
And with every epic journey
We become familiar.
I learn the taste, it makes me hungry.
More?
It knows me, lures me.
This friend of mine, ancient.
perceived as cold.
But the company warms me.
Comforts me in a way no other can.
You know my friend. Do you?
You fear it.
his ancient mysteries beyond you
Can’t you see its beauty?
Can’t you feel the relief?
coming ever closer.
It takes from me, he needs to.
It survives though i can not
His presence leaves scars upon my wrists.
Upon my soul, upon my heart.
Will he miss me? I wonder.
An ongoing flirtatious battle
Thrives within me
He takes my commitment
Though i have not offered it to him
It strengthens the bond we share
You share it too
But you hate it
Fear it.
Run from it.
But you cannot escape him.
He knows you
Through me he understands you.
He does not understand me,
But all the same he takes and I take
i take, what he never new was a gift.
It is his curse, designed to demand his loneliness
What was not meant to be a gift
I take it, savour it.
I like the taste
I understand it, it is easy. simple.
I like that.
Its monotonal flesh is easy under foot
There is nothing more to understand.
This confuses you.
Why?
You expect; but you shouldn’t
You are comfortable with confusion
Content to be lost in it.
Simplicity makes you uncomfortable
Grow up.
You will understand.
