I have undone all that was did,

Unhidden truths sheathed

In a thick scum of unchallenged facts;

Traditions wreathed with fairy tales,

Stories, visions; bland adults

Dressed as fantastical beings

On some scrambled saving mission.

 

Which is crueler?

Who the hell can know?

After all, there is no reason

For it to be or not be so.

 

Though, I have drilled down

To the nothing land;

Weeded out excuses drugged

With lies, deception justified and

Manipulated from this moment

Right back to the moment

Of my probed conception.

 

I have stared directly down the barrel

Of a perilous, unending abyss

In curious and stubborn fear

To see what, if anything, of this was true.

I have screamed my pointlessness

Into the darkest, blackest holes;

Run ragged rings from pole to pole

Around murky, muddy milky ways

And all for you.

 

To find some certain realistic magic

Of a land I never knew -

One no longer marked, recited, twisted;

Screened by second hand.

 

And now I find myself suspended

In a space between it all;

Held in weightlessness,

Falling nowhere,

Freedom floating in free fall

From all untrue, misguided and unclean

 

Waiting but not waiting

Here and there for you

Seen and not unseen.