Scrambled Creation

How does memory sift through creases of a frozen skull into ghost formations? I try to routinely function without obsessing conspiracies. How do I not lay with whom I desire sharing the bed of eternity?

Shame from attachment sent us spiraling outside physical nature; our bodies are shells hosting dispersed pieces of an ego we never let go.

We befriend the nomads of forbidden earth for the discrepancy of will. We choose where to go and where not to go; we choose trust which is never what we believe. Faith is blinded by the extremity of social obligation. Mistakes collide; we desire resolution. Maybe a fool can provide closure for bones caked with the blood of sorrow.

Abandoning sense rehabilitates the void, never to be born and never to die; appearance of growing skin while experiencing woe of a worldly name is confusion which shall not rest inside a sealed grave.

Trading moments uncovers misery previously not contemplated thoroughly; discovery is a painful awakening while discretion sleeps inside limitless imagination and misguided illusions.

Anger is an unacceptable emotion which begets revenge and acts of misinterpretation.

Suspicion arouses delusional captivation as the mind scatters amongst a field of dying roses; not a single petal embodies the aroma of enchantment and the scent of death lingers.

Chastisement of reality hypnotizes the horizon of life. Control reveals itself; what we think is what we never know.