Genecyst

I cannot subside the day
Without causing my body grief
It wasn't always this way
But I must confide in this leaf

A seed must die before it grows
But what is the value of its new form?
The seed knows not what it sows
Its existence so easily torn
Into a new world its offspring born

Why soil the image of the deities?
All that lies ahead is draught
Revealing true nature and its frailties
The screaming stem can only pout
As its sun shuns because harvest is measly

Reaching out to the apple of insight
With hands which tremble not because of fright
But because of the realization they will never hold
The desires to which the mind they maintain molds

The constant elusion of reality even today
The dissipation through colours of gray
Lost within a maze of never ending archives
Information not to be learned for its tendency to ruin lives

Sent into the spiral of despair
Knowing fully that nobody cares
There is only one solution
The complete dissolution

then why is it that hope still exists
and that organisms still persist
even through the realization of meaninglessness
they still move despite the disincentives

Perhaps persistence is futile
perhaps life is inherently denial
I will not realize my death
I will not ponder its depth

Logic is not the only binding agent
The sophists will deny the ancient
Justification of existence
I offer them pittance
They will never understand the intricacies
Implied through insane epiphanies

Goodbye reason, I have fell in love with your antithesis:
Narcissus

To be liberated from the trite
Is the elevated form of existence
The ascension into the night
Offering death no resistance

The prevention of delusions
From controlling your mind
Forcing you into deep confusion
Until you realize it's time

There is nothing left for you in this world
The myriad of mirages have dissipated
There is only the final frontier, the last hurdle
You must make a last leap of faith to be sated