Giants

A Poem by Miranda Arocho

This isn't propaganda or even theory. Just thoughts that rhyme.

Experience Pantheism on a level
Stoic laws cannot dishevel
On a bent plane,
Unconditioned possibility
Reality’s most recent decent into phenomenon
Within lines only transcendence can obtain
Anthropomorphism of the planet
Whether divinity or an everyday tunnel,
Exploration of the vertex, veteran brain

Mascots of the subconscious,
Disorientated worlds prove each the collective
In spheres of the zenithal being
Where life is subjective.

Molecules, shredding identities face to face
Omniscient definitions surround us
With few particles separating the spirit
Of this dark place

Suckling the roots of knowledge,
Grasps of the beyond offer intelligence
Less mechanic
The black hole we dwell inside,
Sleep inside,
Gulf of totality and nothingness
Is titanic

Arguments,
Is the self really even there?
Expression, language, pain
Solution doesn’t exist in this realm
Yet not a problem can be formulated in this absent, mathematical terrain

Personified by relative sensation
Material perspectives colliding into one giant
Down to the course we run,
The ride we jolt,
Without an inch of explanation

There is nothing but independence
Of the mind
Employed wires of awareness
Where empirical love affairs have left us blind
When we speak and try to say
Things resonance cannot convey

But I know the truth
I know the truth
Since the senses are dismantled at every seam we dream of
I know the truth
Ambit of illogical disarray