Does the Universe Conspire?
Does the Universe Conspire?
Does the universe conspire
To fracture our sense
Of complacency?
I feel the sun
Pixelate my vision,
Blurring each emotion,
Each choice,
Until I am in the dark…
Light slowly filters in
Through layers of drama
As I approach the cord
That connects me to myself.
In the shadows lie
Generations
Of static reactions
Between soft skin
And sweaty hands,
But my mind remains
Electric and porous,
Eventful and untiring
In its pursuit of the ethereal —
Of non-holy holiness,
Unseen views of warless battles,
And timeless moments
Of unwavering grace
In the face of universal despair.