NB: It is intended to be read from the bottom line upwards.
Nothing comes from nothing.
I construct a record of unknown truths.
from false threads,
I am not precious;
foundations falter and collapse.
I react to the confusing and contradictory impulses,
the moment seizes me.
The unconscious manifests,
This is my momentum.
I lean towards the unstable.
With one foot in the mundane,
I will never remember.
the presence of lost moments
I have sought to know the secret,
and question the unfathomable abyss.
I listen to forget,
this is the endless cycle.
I talk in circles,
letting the words run though my veins.
I drown myself in a sea of knowledge;
Nothing comes from nothing.
