#Philosophistication


Narrator:
Walking through town and glancing
through windows; a movie plot
is shown on an old television screen;

In a Deep Voice...
"We unfolded the scrolls and
danced to the rhythm of thought,
loved our worlds as others' fell
victim to oblivion; lost, the world
was too dark for a candle to stay
lit, so she shone my darkest of
thoughts, unentangled my identity
from my squibbish font, and found
a young boy still holding onto
ideals of beauty and futility;
yet it was never beautiful
from the joys being sang
in the mornings, for the joys
sang in the morning masked their
mourning, the rape and the death
of daughters daunted their
direction to divinity, so they fell
for an instant illusion, it was
never about the philosophies and
the beauty of some democracy
and cosmic sorcery, but it was about
the broken humanity harvesting
identity from the external than
the internal sovereignty; so
horoscopes they saw fit to be, she
sang love songs while chaos
brewed on my earlobes, while
my eardrums summoned a meeting
of chaotic reasoning, she kissed me
while a war was waged between
the colonies situated on my tongue,
it was the darkness that made us
distinct from the world's crowded
substance, even though we glowed
and lacked any figment of imagination,
we allowed ourselves to imagine
our pure existence, it was that;
us imagining our own purity, yet
everyone saw us existing, in a
slight century we found ourselves
forgetting how we existed, we found
ourselves lost in our own Oblivion,
on the brink of pure insanity,
I and my lover of sorts were
redefining our identities, she
questioned my existence and
the existence of our emotional
connection, she touched and...