Flooded with what we steal from eternity our Chambers are Gilded with the imaginings of victories and wisdom.
Yet all is illusion, not one atom is prisoner to man. For all men are bound by the fractured crust of expanding fusion, every cell entropic chaos.
Still, we record our various journeys as if they matter, we lie and deal and love and die for what is meaningless.
The truth burns holes in our mortal canvas and we perish to dust, to rise some other day beneath a weeping Oculus
2 thoughts on “Oculus”
Recording to follow.
Very much enjoyed David. The final line (and therefore the title) confused me but maybe I’ll come to understand in time. I especially loved this: “we record our various journeys as if they matter, we lie and deal and love and die for what is meaningless”.