Wholehearted Hallucinations

Wholehearted Hallucinations
by Keaton Foster



Know nothing
Understand
Some things
Wish
All alone
In a wilderness
Of many bones
Stacked
Quite high
Death
Foolish
Said errand
We must face
What is blind
While not knowing
What comes next
What we can’t
Or could never
Begin to know
Is of chance
Happenstance
Many shall seem
Dare I say
Will be
Afraid
But not I
Nor those
Like in kind
We fear nothing
Because we live
For the very same
Death
More of an escape
Than a tool of fate
In our hearts
There is less
Then in our souls
In this world
Of wolves
We are not lambs
Nor are we beast
But rather
Dare endeavor
Just spectators
This
A cosmic simulation
An over abundant
Dereliction of prudence
We are not mean
Nor are we kind
Neutral defined
These words
It will be said
Are just rhymes
Splices and splines
Tissue and matter
Made up molecular
Motus operandi
Fit to an end
Yet to exist
Made
For a beginning
Broken
From the start
Enslaved
To an idea
Not yet thought
Our minds
Idyllic prisons
Our hearts
Captive audiences
Wayward
Our spines
A conduit
Of lessons
In time
Between
Our being
And our
Nonexistence
Greater
Is any something
What is believed
What is connected
A symbiotic synapsis
Of aggravated damnation
Wholehearted hallucinations
For us to see as real
When what is real
Is all but an illusion
of ideas
Thus fears
We could never hope
To truly understand…



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