guardians of unreality
at the gateposts of the underworld
solid crumbling stone
blue grey black and green
fierce and unknowing
stolid and steadfast
in the face of the known
standing on the edge of the precipice
over a fall into nowhere
staring down into fullness
and up into emptiness
alone and yet surrounded
empty and yet somehow full
bursting at the seams
crack of thunder blast of lightening
channeling energy through the abyss
what should hurt does not
what should not always does
small and mundane
somehow always large and important
black day red night
sun rises below moon rises under
everything is nothing
rediscovery of that which is unknown
learning that which is known
they who were are no longer
what should be is nevermore
what will be is yet to be determined
streaming in my head
thoughts turning over one another
squirming squeezing squishing
pounding and beating to get out
consciousness is unconscious
they fight they scream they cry
they laugh they speak they die
crazy am i crazy
merely true merely real
unreality is truth and reality
secrets long visible for all to reach
but no one really looks
opening the mind dropping the defenses
all too much all too much
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