If Truth were Told

Likely my ears might bleed at its sound.

That progressive sonorous note ringing at the speed of light.

Within and about the amorphous dust cloud with hardened views still seeing you and they are cutting you down to what you are.

You are by far the things they see you as; because what more could ever be to the exterior and mathematically they will always be superior. It would seem youve been Preceeding past eyes being used to see and dodging the consciousness energy when applied and not being translated; Elaborated to the light you've reflected and the way they take it. Your lights hue due to the mind seeing you; and comes to pass that all of you is made in that moment, to that person, at that time. in time and just in time to undermind our truth shapeless sense of self , made up of dialouges of our synapses. Microbiological Odes to the all encompassing symphony that is our everything. We are moments on strands made of timeliness grains of Sand in the widest scope. That which is which you know; That is truth.

But trust?

Do I trust it?

I'll need proof.