Hiccups now

excuse my parts,
i tend to hiccup stops
but that’s to be expected.
listening to the weight unknown
chance affords an equal footing.

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Personally speaking objectively

insulated ignorance
blanketing misconceptions,
making what is
into what might be.
possibility unknown of certainty,
could be this,
that that is not.
an ideal personally subjected
to personal objectivity.
wait, that doesn’t make sense.
impartial review cannot
count upon experience.
facts dictate facts that
individuation particularizes.
the minority speaks to
unheard majority volumes.
is life lived less
than life objectified?

3 beats 4 if it were 5

it’s hot.
damn, why do i feel so hot?
feels like i’m being roasted on the inside.
i… i think i’m going to be sick.
these butterflies, they’re stinging like bees.
focus goddamnit, it’s just nerves.
i guess i’m just fixated on the unknown.
why does it have to act up now?
i’m going to race a dog.
it has 3 legs.
that could be the problem,
i guess.
some say handicap, for it has three legs.
others say benefit, for nature will conquer.
bullshit, i say.
three loses to four.
math would never lie, would it?
predicated probability to prevail?
maybe.
only the present holds true,
unless the odds say otherwise.

Truth found in death

I’m awake while they preform their autopsy. I feel it all. The quick and decisive strokes of their cold and sterile steel. Poking and prodding, looking for what killed me. If I could talk I would put an end to this unnecessary ordeal. They uselessly searched for what they caused. How could they have known when they tried to help. Their distorted faces were public access, yet no one person could point a direct finger. We all could see them, contorted in their wretchedness. Their facade’s censor was highly attuned and adaptive. We saw only trails, remains, remnants, left only with the teasing hypotheticals of our imagination. We followed unknowningly, in search of truth. All we found was unfulfillment and death. Surely, we marked plenty times of joy, but those were fleeting. No matter how hard we held, it was consumed by emptiness. All we knew was the truth found in death. So how did I die? They same way you did. Even though I don’t know you and you don’t know me.