The fact that nothing
Would want to be something
Is the (macro)cosmic joke
Form is a form or torture
Existence is masochistic
There are other things people claim as truths
But the only one I cling to
Is untruth
When it all goes blank
All that is left
Is a heartless prank
What in the world is going on
When so many sing different songs?
Such a variety
That many see as frightening
All different types of people
Not just those that gather under the steeple
So many different ways
And all seem to say
That they are an equal possibility
Coming from infinity
They truly are
Need not look far
To see that it is all leveled
Once you sever
Your biases
Look and truly see these
All as one spectrum
Of what can come from
Pure possibility
There is no hierarchy
Do not be soured
By those in power
Who invent classes, castes, and hate speech
They are surprisingly difficult to impeach
Instead we reach
To teach
One another
That we are all sisters and brothers
Birthed from what is possible
We only get lost in all
This nonsense rhetoric
Sophism enacted
By bad actors
Who act out these
Other possibilities
It is all a tease
From the same source
The nothingness before we were born
You may call me this:
An Existential Nihilist
That is fair
I do not care
But have you heard?
It is all just words
Actions are what matter
Although I cannot stand words
That are absurd
Because many fall for them
They are where discrimination stems
So yes they are empty
But can also be heavy
Let us choose them carefully
Perhaps then we can have a better script
To play out all of this
Bad character actors
Could turn into method masters
If only they would see their stages
As soapboxes for true sages
In the pursuit of truth
If it is for you
Nothing is sacred
All is bared naked
Sacrifices will be made
You will be afraid
All that has been done will unravel
For the hope that you will marvel
At the glory of the truth
Whether relative or absolute
It is yours to seize
Stop at nothing
No matter how much grief
You will suffer
You will regret
You will stumble
You will be bested
And over and over again will you fail
Until you realize the tall tale
Of it all meaning something
That to stories and things you cling
Finally at your end bow down to nothing
Only then can you be king
Emptiness as your queen
Together you rule
The rest are fools
Stuck on the board
Pawns in play
But you have realized the check mate
It is all a blank slate
Remember the pursuit
That took you to the root
By unmaking you
So as one who sought truth
Only to be ruined
Remember this
You have been brought to your knees
Begging for release
So it has been granted
If you stay as you are when you sleep
And make no distinction
Between real and dreams
Then look and finally see
It is all real and unreal
The truth has set you free
It has killed you
And made itself known
As what can only be described as “unknown”
Keep seeking
Keep being
Then stop
And be in the clearing
Get yourself out of the trap
Into the gap
You know what? Forget it
You cannot handle this
No- yes you can
You never stop
Never quit
Not when the truth is there somewhere
Out in oblivion
From ground floor to roof
You already house the linchpin
Yet you continue your pursuit
Of the ruthless truth
Fool or sage?
Who am I to say?
It is up to you
It is all yours to undo
Røze from the Ashes 