Cast the dice
as I cry my lot;
cover your self in paint
the brightest of colors
as I shroud myself in
smoke.
Think ambiguously,
polysemous terminology
like proverbial prescriptions
metaphors we live by
ideas we die for
the intangible
the ineffable
so different
individuality masked by language
-not lies, nor truth-
soundwaves cascading
throughout space
finding our ears
influencing our minds
bringing us together
and pulling us apart
I don’t know if I can know
anything
without killing it.
I just don’t know.
I’m sorry