What does this blistering wind shout as it causes creaks and splits?
For behind any of the anger and rage must be reason and can reason not reveal itself before it is exposed as folly?
I depress all of my own enquiries to stay calm and placid, drenched in the rain of apathy that sprints behind this gale- eager to consume it and leave no trace of its predecessor.
For is it not vital to deceive our deceit and live alongside a putrified algorithm of life – nonsensical and unattractive, yet tempting beyond temptation, which forever yearns (?)
In lying to ourselves we find the comfort that truth can never grant, because- let’s face it- where is the urgency in the un-vital mundane reality we accept?