rest

sleeping to awake to some dense lines
making different aspects melt into a space
of twisted time and sense left to define
the felt and acted out living minded maze

facing a dark scheme of (meta)voided selves
messing what's reachable for conscious cause
like reasons believed in to create an else
newly rethought within its own trapdoors

fitting in by making use of a strange force
forming what is so incomprehensibly
weird and heady without abstractable laws
that fill the subjected world you need to be