Poetry {209} ~ BENDING ESTABLISHMENT TRUTH MIRRORS

Who was I before I was told what to be modelled to be, a plastic version of the raw human elixir
Conditioning
Programing
Sectioning
Portioning
Distorting
Can you bend a straight line?
It will ping back unto itself
The Truth is there
Yet it is contorted and interpreted by minds.. hypnotised
A trance of a spell
Who are you?
The thing without the conditions, lines and boxes
The omnipresent silent One
Beyond all things…
And of all things…
I observe the waves and ebbs and flows…
Yet nobody appears to know
Who were you as a child?
Before the establishment got their hands on your mind…
Yet from a familiar angle, we’re numbers to the other..
What is this other?
Sometimes I feel as if I’m floating, drifting in and out of a smokey mirrored dream
The hall of mirrors
Why then, do I feel obliged to sign the documents of the dream
The hall of mirrors…
To be seen with new lenses
Updated lenses
Into the eternal now.

~DiosRaw, 21/11/21

8 thoughts on “Poetry {209} ~ BENDING ESTABLISHMENT TRUTH MIRRORS”

  1. Absolutely! No one is here obliged to sign the documents of the dream, every one is here out of their free will.
    Yes,
    The hall of mirrors…
    To be seen with new lenses
    Updated lenses
    Into the eternal now.

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