Wordplay-7

Suspending my own licence
Seeing the infinity of possibility suspended in a single image
Before I set off on life.
The conventions you have leave it all behind.
Passing through the eye of a needle.
Beating down.
Force thunder, break, shake and hurt.

The past breaks and doesn't define the future it collaborates in it
Narrative leads to gaps in our research
Chisel a face unto never living rock.
Impinge and hurt limitless possibilities into sense.
Sense that lies within you.

I have form, I have conviction.
I looked for it, so I know it makes sense
To pour reason into vats
And like a druid cast down the truth's coming decline

Ain't no mountain higher
Than man's desire
To simplify, and run dry a multiverse of arresting never-ending forms
That percolate our norms
And reform our crude desire
In endless contradiction
In sad fiction.

Suspending my own licence
Seeing the infinity of possibility suspended in a single image
Before I set off on life.