Submissions by Aegis

Downstream of consumption
is where consciousness exists
so why can I still see
the shapes turn and twist?

A trick of the mind
The ego of a solipsist
Or a slippery truth rendered tangible
In my tremoring grip?

At what point does wanting for truth become a lie?
A delusion of self
a spasm of the mind's eye?

I have no answers
save to embrace partial fictions
reporting and reshaping
What my other self has witnessed

Embrace me, won't you?

Chemical spikes
Neurons rewired
All empires
Crumble just the same

It's all one game
With infinite generations
Exist, perceive
Then back to the grave

But these perceptions
Do not happen to us
They have weight and shape
Substances reveal the truth

That we are all just children in front of tv screens
Taking in timeless patterns
And calling them new ones

As my thumb
And its weight press the 'I' key
I delve deeper and deeper into one man's psyche

And find only shapes ...

I am before you spinning new cloth of my heart
Knowing full well I always restart when it gets hard
It’s not that I don’t hold myself in high regard
But my skin burns when I ignore the obsession underneath

It sears and bites
Like ants of fire
Convincing me I’ll be in dire straights
If I don’t torch what was

So here I stack stones of what now is
The Aegis I have become
For those who understand this
Obsession

Compulsion
It will not defeat me
This new beginning
Is merely a treaty

A promise...