untrusted fund
spending beyond tomorrow's must
he comes together from pieces
people, places, and so many things
collected from experiences
an exponential doorknob
with the portal that always revolves
defensively virile and prolific
simple coping mechanisms
a catalytic individual
he sets fires
in domains claimed by eminent design
exercising a right to futility
the future will devour everything
time is the ultimate apex
predating everything
claiming to be sovereign
until only the infinite eons are left
to wonder and wandering why
emptiness is so vast
what it is and
what is on the other side
solitary and productive
tell me when we reach infinity
reactive and refined for consumption
three lumps of knowledge
knocked on his noggin
on one philosopher
and one left over
responding negative
positive is as positive does
untrusted fund
spending beyond tomorrow's must
all is fair and none are free
in love and limerence
while lust considers options
approximate to the nearest imposter
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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Such an intriguing read. This is the kind of poem you want to reread just to catch more layers each time.