At the edge of zeroing in on event horizon,
Life sheds its defenses and opts to engage with extreme prejudice,
The waves crashing through the senses takes back more than it gave,
As confusion advances to conform the empty daze,
Recruiting observation as it breaks the positional pursuit of awareness,
For when all else fails, survival prevails,
And the realms of change pass through unphased,
Land , sea & sky collide in a maze to balance the chaos out of perception,
Magnifying flaws in the finite dimension,
Ironically , It starts to feel alive ,
In acceptance of an absolute lie,
& then conviction fails to let go,
Of the infinite potential of its soul,
And perception seems to adhere,
As it transforms all things & disappear,
In the background where it belongs,
Yearning , hoping & holding on,
In a system flushed of cyclic dreams,
Inversed out of practice what u preach,
And lessons not learnt out of disbelief,
Anaesthetized and conscious inside,
Awake to cherish every slice along the ride,
Someone hit rewind, recap to avert this disaster unfolding,
Its wings from deep within its helplessness,
Just wipe the blame, negate the water flowing out the brim,
Molten metal volume in the furnace occupies more than the solidified casting,
It’s probably part & parcel of the whole dark matter inside processing,
After all the stones have been turned over,
It stops all comprehension to readjust its supportive framework,
Returning what it knows for what it wants from the universe,
What seems like sacrifice, is only worked out in time’s passing by,
Practice to perfect the forces of symbiotic resistance,
To fixate on deceptions of a parasitic perception,
For Quality control & check’s pointed at a neogenesis,
Of neural support gained without prejudice,
To efficiently embrace , compose flutter’s in uncontrollable grace,
At the never ending possibility of ever letting go,
And only the best projections surfacing from deep beneath the core,
A black hole of depth perception seems less hostile than our goals for a finite cocoon of our own.