Oblivion

A question to what we do and don't know

 

Is this oblivion a blessing or curse

The state of constant ignorance

 

Where everything that makes sense

Is a diversion from the dispiriting truth

And every memory you have and will

Is an exchanged state of ecstasy

 

And once the blinding flame dies

The truth hides in the cracks of the delicate remains

Where in the core It’s clear enough

To behold uncensored man

Who observes the world from an inter-dimensional plane

And how it's emerged from nothingness