This Is A Test

-This Is A Test-
by
Keaton Foster



This is a test
An over abundance
Of reconsidered sanity
All that is truly seen
Everything
Once to be believed
Each indelible ounce
Is of absolute horror
To be afraid is to be alive
To be alive is paramount
The pinnacle of every peak
The deepness of every crease
Folded inward upon itself
Collapsing under its own weight
Destruction will be a God
Unlike any God known to us
There will be no need to pray
Belief will not be required
Seeing with naked eyes
Opened beyond everything wide
Is what will serve us best
This is a test
Failure is the only option
There are only naked trees
In the garden of right and wrong
Tall they grow, resentment known
They hold back, their fruit
Rotten right to the core
Yet, all of us want more
Poisoned is the sun
Disgusting is the sky
Many chasms of stone
Turned prisons of mold
May these words
Hide like dragons
In the mind of eyes
Looking back at me
Who knows the end
What comes will leave
And all that is to remain
Will forever be changed
Cannot think of the day
Will not breathe the night
Time is indeed quite repugnant
The ugliness is everywhere
Causation and audacity
Such treacherous capacities
Knowing the answer
Does not qualify the question
Or the respondent
Understanding the premise
Of something so logically broken
Will not get us even an inch closer
This is a test
Administrated by whom
Dare this pontificating train wreck
Say
That we have not the slightest of clue…


This Is A Test
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013