Falling apart

A look at how our naivitè about spirtual matters has brought us to ruin.

The universe lies on a solitary rock,
Supported by the effervescence of
one mind, springing to life whole
Worlds of existence from a single
Line, written for you on a tablet
as old as reality.

Broken up amongst the rags of space;
the tablets lost translation,
Forever burned in effigy to the lasting
Monument of world reviving truth.

The globe lies broken in a fit of
Mystification causing myopia
In those who lead us to the brink
Of a “falling apart about the seams”
Of rationality and reasonableness.

Truth is of another nature, seen
By one eye and refracted back
To another and broken into half
Implicit ramblings, disjointed and
Ruptured into the nonsense proclamations
Of disillusioned and unhinged madmen.

It is here, in this rupture of time,
That we sit and ponder the world
Weariness of past transgressions,
Of false truth and flights of fancy,
Which led us to this path of unrighteous
Destruction.