The End asked The Infinite “Do you know The Way?”
The Infinite replied “I don’t know today.”
The End asked The Nothingness the same question,
The Nothingness replied “I know The Way is predestined.”
The End asked The Nothingness “Can you give specification?”
The Nothingness said “I know The Way can be high, can be low, can be centered and can be dispersed within location.”
The End asked The Beginning “So who is right, The Infinite or The Nothingness?”
The Beginning said "The One who does not know is infinitely profound; the One does knows has nothingness accompanying it."
But where is the proof?
And what is the truth?
It’s the…
Condensation of steam into a consciousness stream,
Thoughts in the air hang like an erogenous dream,
Taken in by a confidence scheme,
A quest for dominant genes contravened by quasi-ideological Nazi regimes,
The ominous scream in a place where the obvious seems like a monotonous theme,
Anomalous beams glow aquamarine,
It’s the understanding of a force greater than self,
The Lord and the creator of Hell,
It’s the electron force between each layer of shell,
The reports set in place on a shelf,
An AIDS patient’s health and steady degradation of cells,
It’s the gravitational well, the projectile towards you as oscillations propel,
The pain is compelled, some wish it on others,
Others wish it on you and the ignorant slumber while the innocent suffer,
Sisters and brothers walking with blizzards and buzzards through a wintery summer,
It’s the gunshot to the brain and the shock from the pain as your system recovers,
It’s the invisible colors and wisdom discovered,
A deliberate blunder, formed from the coldest embrace its emotions replaced with devotion to hate,
It’s the synthesis structure of Mars Cydonian face, burning away like a corrosive sodium base,
Can you cope with the pain? There’s Ibuprofen to take,
It’s an explosion in space, the conclave shockwave of motion and waves,
The ripple in the ocean displaced, in this sense the truth is just a slogan or phrase,
Because the truth is the truth within a poem of phrase.
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