Extruded Through the Cracks of Reality

From within question's we do not yet know how to ask

Lies an entire universe of thinking intellect

 that some, are always blind to

 some, constantly amused by

 and all never not confused over

 yet there, it always is 

 and there, will it always be

 

Extruded by our senses through the cracks of a reality

 knowingly unknown

 lovingly blood guilty

Based in an understanding

 that always living for the good death

 is based not always on the true facts

 just a wish based upon a good guess

   That somewhere there be meaning

   That there's a point to what we're seeing