Infinite

Infinite Everywhere and nowhere, everyone and no one All the same and different, All chained but distant We are individuals, we are clones We are crowed, we are alone We share pain, we have different groans Existing in one house, We Are Home Walls construct, crumble and destruct Pieces of us lost beneath the ruble Explosions erupt, the smoke clears, it’s all fear We’re all here, were all stuck, erosion amok We hear but don’t see, separation, loss of trust Dissolve in dust, kill, corrupt, entitlements entitle laws corrupt Hands in cuffs, Fight, For What? The ignorant speak, The “weak” stand and preach, the strong run, the gun feeds Off bodies as they fall in the street, as a car comes to a screech Far in peace, the tree losses its leaves Freedom walks down the sidewalk Ignoring the car and its consequences of speed Hypnotized by the headphones that deliver melodic speech Ever slowly becoming trapped within her thoughts Staring at the ground, she gets lost in her feet Her beautiful toes rose, as the concrete and asphalt connect and complete To form an open box, with the sun and the moon We are one again But in front us stands an object with open hands With translucent skin that show pictures that depict false scriptures As our minds fall in a trance we become dichotomized The formation of "we" becomes "I" and "I" becomes me Hypnotized by its seductive speech Sodomized and violated, I feel so weak I look around and see angles strangled in the same situation Beautiful Majestic balls of energy come to resemble this odd fascination Some fight to remain in their previous state trying to convince the others to run away They say “Fight,” but the others just shrug and reply “For what?” Their being disrupts changing into the form of the object they begin to refer to as teacher Covered in shiny objects that display reflections of ones once known This faceless object with hair in the form of snakes turns everybody to stone Handing out treasures, they fight bicker and moan over what used to mean nothing And as I watch the teacher gaze over everything that it owns I begin to fear what I’m becoming Others that I used to refer to as brothers become more and more like the teacher every second Ostracizing those that aren’t making the transformation as quickly Swiftly placing the burden on the minority as they ascend into superiority Saying “Teacher, Teacher,” tell them to leave us alone they preventing us from learning Placing them in time out as they watch the others in yearning The teacher tells them they can come out once they’ve earned the treasure So they fight each other in hopes to discover whose better Some refuse and become stars in the space that hovers over the box And some are released into the population but are rejected and mocked "You’ll never be like us," they tease in disgust Falling in lust with the superiors holding treasures who are almost fully developed in skin like the object in the front that teaches them knowledge of the world within The box that we have adopted as our home Their home, because we are not one anymore Affection become infection with the acceptance of perception Infatuation becomes truth as love transcends into pretense Sense of morals dwindle Symbols resemble the marks of the teacher Wars, hate, and arguments arise for simple hopes to become this object of perfection And the strangers in the back who remain in this now "ugly" form of majestic light dissolve in to light and becomes stars in the space above After falling behind after being trapped and scared I stare at these balls of gas Speaking to me through constellations They give me words of discoveries in another dimension And I begin to lose formation Part of me remains constrained in the epidermis and the other a being about 4 feet 2 I become two The 4 foot 2 being I’ve become runs to the corners of the box and jumps through a small hole and escapes I try to follow but the beautiful object with markings and translucent skin with hair as snakes keeps me in place I am frozen in time where eternity passes in seconds Every action is governed in the present by the present Depression becomes pleasant until the 4 foot 2 being returns With the body of the strangers that resemble the sky In the outlined formation of the object that chains my location He brings me knowledge of the other world Reminding me of what it was like before the symbols changed our coloration Before the wars, transformation, degradation And treasures we were all just one creation And as I come to this realization, my smooth cage begins to wither The snakes slither and the teacher dissolves in fabrication The walls of the box sway and fall to an empty grave My existence begins to fade, rising to join the stars becoming brighter and brighter Till I open my eyes and squint through my hands to protect me from the sun’s rays As I sit under the shade next to a tree on a warm sunny day I look down at the green grass and the birds that hover around the hill And I spot in front of me a child standing about 4 foot 2 He turns around and waves as if to say "hi" but I perceive it as "goodbye" He reaches his hand out to me, I reached out to him but my hands fall through But he doesn’t look surprised he grasps something that I was unable to see with eyes And runs down a purple feathered hill with my soul I chase after him on green grass Then I slow as I watch his body vibrate and explode into a divine entity I behold in awe as the particles of that 4 foot 2 child in me who saw the box how it was instead of what it appeared to be dissolve into Infinity….