En Règle (and Out)

2025-01-12

Meteoric and dysphoric,
soldered by hand:
A misleading worldview
that I can't withstand.
The impressions, well,
they are all tested
but not central to me,
'cause the logic gives way
before practical needs.

And consciousness
and cognizance
combine to dissonance.
It's a tough to translate
psychological state
that hates what I create.

Replicative methods
define what is true.
Subjective distress
at a mental review
of the rules that
I have unglued.

Atmospheric, esoteric
I don't understand
why natural selection
deals this kind of hand,
leaving spandrels,
not likely to end well,
they are causing disease:
My dysphoria is dealing out
death by degrees.

And cognizance
kills confidence
in any providence.
It's my tough to translate
psychological state,
subjective and ornate.

The sky has been calling
for thousands of years.
Explorative risks
on a literal sphere.
It appears that I would volunteer.

Incurring the costs
we'll exchange for our benefits.
...Why is it we do not have them yet?
Just a null set of our own regret.
And I am upset,
pining my worth on my sobriquet,
tracing ennui with my cigarette,
wearing the unwanted coronet
of the space cadet.

And cognizance
kills confidence
In any providence
it's my tough to translate
psychological state
that hates what I create.

Replicative methods
define what is true.
Subjective distress
at my mental review,
and the sky has been calling
for thousands of years,
explorative risks
on a literal sphere.

I'll pay down your costs
if you'll take on my debt:
we're trading for something
that we don't have yet.

It's not clear who is
looking out of my mirror.