Outlets

If I hated anything it would have to be the outlets
He should have kept it all closed
I only see that it was a cowardice decision
breaking through what we once built
and all with which awe inspired itself of
a silence so thick
every echo turned to a flat line
every noose's loop pulled straight as it's rope stem
the only leaves about
brushed to bristles of silk on that such tree
right before gravity lost it's rights
which was right after our faces turned to walls
Through this decision
the completed masterpiece
the most valuable
untainted
ever sought commodity
of iridescent energy
before seeking lost it's rights
right before the decision
before this spoken of decision
consciousness was reincarnated
It was pulled back to infancy
by the hands of the first infant to ever stare at the lines of those very palms.
Though it's answer is obvious
I still just want to ask him Why the Hell?
It was it's very own life's work
it's very own precious jewels
for it's very own alluring Queen
He just needed to hear them speak
the pores that would soon breathe
from the colorless visions
of his space matter muscles
his particle brain
He wanted to write more notes on the aging of Utopias
with a pen pouring Incellidus's gases out
all over the borrowed rings of Saturn
just to have a representation of the memory
of his parchment paper
and a symbolically conveyed following of the leader
And it's only because it is his own leader
His leader is it
He does this when he misses God
and how the Universe seemed to sparkle
and cry when he was around
Absolutely in love with his alter ego
Circular like the planets
which were diagrams used in his 1st grade courses
this of course was before they were turned from canisters to lids
I fret not, however
I know the blanket is being restitched
after the patterns are resewn
after they become patterns
after they retain color.
So I'll be fine.