"life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes”
Whatever we
Whatever we
may think of life
If wide awake
If wide awake
or in a dream
Struggling with
Truth or lies
Or how other
somethings seem
Things we know
may be experienced
Whether plain
or complicated
By interpreting
our feelings
Intensely prized
or underrated
Twists of fate
unfair coincidence
Where we find
ourselves immersed
Bathed in everything
but sustenance
In peaks and troughs
forever cursed
"Consciousness — that synaptic cataclysm of cerebration symphonic with feeling — is our only lens on reality, half-opaque to itself, its nature ever quickening our hardest questions, their answers ever beyond our grasp." Frank L Jackson
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