[394] The Forgotten Untitled Reality

Feigned attempts to capture reality⁣⁣
Signs and symbols hold its impression⁣⁣
In too deep, I believe signs for reality⁣⁣
I realise the mask it wears⁣⁣
The dirt hints at something pure⁣ before⁣
Failing to touch the purity ⁣⁣
Simulation punches me down ⁣⁣
Imitation wins to catch me in an illusion⁣⁣
The maps of the world are on fire ⁣⁣
The world feels the heat ⁣⁣
When all that is happening is ⁣⁣
The symbol being destroyed ⁣⁣
A symbolic death does not mean⁣⁣
death for all it represented ⁣⁣
All it suggests is a need for a new sign ⁣⁣
for you to lose yourself in its artificiality⁣⁣
Curtains hide the atrocities ⁣⁣
to give you the symbols of the new reality⁣⁣
A jargon language you don’t understand ⁣⁣
so the bending of the moral laws ⁣⁣
is easier for them as you are alienated ⁣
in your sprawling tight-knit urban city ⁣⁣
Glimpses of reality in dreams shaken off as glitches⁣⁣
As you delve deep into the capitalistic facade⁣⁣
forgetting the soul that you needed to grow ⁣⁣
You’ve entered simulacrum⁣⁣
Symbols representing symbols ⁣⁣
Metaphors characterising metaphors⁣⁣
Now the mention of reality is a conspiracy⁣⁣
It’s a word not found in the dictionary⁣
and the perception of life twisted ⁣⁣
The new real takes you away from you⁣⁣
but madness helps you⁣⁣
You break off and turn inwards

5 thoughts on “[394] The Forgotten Untitled Reality

  1. Granted, if souls exist, it certainly seems as though they’re uncommon among the capitalist class. Somehow, they keep convincing people to sell theirs. Whatever the price, it’s too low.

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