Ascendancy

Ascendancy

And when the manic comes, I hear the crickets of melancholy

They’re near and hidden in their dark corners of psychology

I’m in the prison of loves abandoned

In chaos is love’s random bed

Love’s the open display of truth

My barred identity declared as proof

My values I hold for there’s nothing else to behold

Don’t you see our substance reality?

For yes we’re the physical world

But that’s not forever and gets cold

We’re resonating strings seeking our song

Awareness within consciousness searching for that happiness

I can exterminate those damn crickets

That’d be finding my resonating limits

How many find the truth in love?

The anvil of idealism is a crucible within a treasure trove