Indeed, they go again
Swirling and spinning
The thousand swarm of life
Of death
The speed, going somewhere
As the spinning of a tornado
A hurricane
Goes about
Disturbing everything
But unable to be stopped
They are unnamable
Unthinkable
Yet are the embodiment
Of thought itself
Are the perception
Of which you cannot perceive
Are the actions
Of which you cannot perform
Are the words
Of which you cannot speak
Again
They swirl
They spin
They are exposed
Unable to be caged
Unable to be caught
Within the web
Of life
Of death
As life crawls
Underneath its grasp
It cannot reach
It is just out of reach
When
When
Will you reach out
When
Will you try
To be able
Yet you remain unable
Useless
Useful
Where do we draw the line
Between the separation
Between the edge
We cannot see
Between the space
That remains filled
And the knowledge we see
Happening
Before our eyes
The slowness
Of life
Of death
They fly through again
You try to process them
When
When
When will you learn
You cannot process them
They cannot be thought through
You must let them envelop you
Control you
Then you might know
You might know
The things flying by
The things you cannot control
The things you try to put into words
Yet you fail
You keep failing
Over
And over
You keep failing
You haven’t learned
You never learn
We never learn
Humans
The one species
They never learn
The chaos continues
Don’t you see?
It gets stronger
Every time
Every time
You try to process it
You try to put it into words
It swarms you
It shrouds you
In the meaningless
Meaningless
Truth
Yet you keep going
So it keeps going
Stop it!
Stop it!
You keep going!
It keeps going!
You and it
In a state of perpetual motion
Of a wave that cannot be stopped
In a machine
That keeps powering
And powering
You fuel it
It fuels you
You don’t understand!
How much must i say
To end it
To stop you
Yet you keep going
You keep going.
I must admit
I don’t understand you
Why
Why you do the things you do
Why you keep going
Despite the obviousness of it all
The meaninglessness
Of it all
Yet you keep going
You keep going
You keep going
Perhaps the problem is me
I keep trying to perceive you
I keep trying to put you into words
You remain unnamable
Alas
The mere thing i criticize you for
I keep doing myself
Oh, how hypocritical
How ironic
The thoughts
The swirls
Are you them?
You seem to be
Many parallels
Many sides of it all
Many things
I have a lot to learn
You have a lot to learn
Maybe we all do
Maybe we all do
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