Pocketknife Moon

Shadows twist and the voids embrace Where being bends and never amends Threads of thought unravel slow Infinite loops in hollow glow What is the self but fleeting smoke Chasing forms that never spoke Questions bleed into the seam Existence fractures at the dream Scream the silence, shatter the veil Nothing claims the everything real Pulse of chaos, devour the core Illusions claw forevermore PIECES PIECES PIECES PIECES PIECES SCATTER NO CENTER HOLDS FADE TO EMPTY FOLDS OR JUST THE LIE DISSOLVE THE EYE LET REASON DIE ALITORY DRIFT DIE THE ESSENCE IN THE CHAINS