out of Context;
‘where we are the guilty and floundering spirit of innovation as peak oil drains from the stocks and barrels keeping this crashing lifestyle afloat, we are still always rediscovering that information that unknown sources have intentionally tried to keep away from our prying minds, and the conspiracies are not just in the throes of theory anymore as we are living in the pre-apocalypse age of conspiracy fact that we have been manipulated from the start…’
out of Context;
‘earlier today the question ‘what is the psycho-cosm?’ entered my thoughts, and the answer came bubbling forth from some deep conscious display, that it is the illusory nature that existence seems like an endless ride… the real is that, but also more than just that at the same time, as everyone perceives everything so very differently…’
the heart is shaken loose, from the gristle
that the organ had grown quite used to
abuse of the time, having lost for you
what you thought was mine, was it meant to be?
there were thoughts that were wrong to find
memories rather lost than not
fraught with peril for love with cost
grind the gears before the motion is lost
before that turning clock has rung
rust has broken that yet unsung