all we are
is imagination
in a meat suit
a cluster of nerves
that have attached
to a mobile body
chemicals and lights
into a series of ideas
we call reality

what is reality
to electrical impulses

electricity has one desire

to go home

well my
incorporeal mind
has determined
she is home
yet she isn’t here
so what the fuck
does an ambiguous set
of ones and zeros
do then

we think we know
is just an illusion
a chemical delusion
vibrating molecules
deluding ourselves
that we were ever

that here ever

time is just a construct
to bring about
the end
in an orderly fashion

in the gaping anus
of oblivion


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