Brilliance, though typically awarded to
Those with
Great
Understanding, is not synonymous to
Clarity.
Clarity is twilight.
A blurred beam as you
Glance back towards the
Entrance of the vacuum.
You travel deeper and deeper,
Into a numb
Wasteland,
Dulling senses
As you
Slug
Through painless ambiguity.
Like rising to sleep,
You slowly wake to a world of
New possibility,
Never touched, ceaselessly turning pages,
Wonder-filled with green connection.
Only for fools, you reach genius.
You see clarity is for the close minded.
Knowledge is for the jests.
Those who see beyond
The mundane beige of common sand,
Thoughtless peer into the void.
Witnessing few intricate patterns and
endless intricate singularity.
Embracing the continuity of the
Plain unseen.
Those who accept a
Never-total understanding.
Who see that even those who refuse a
Multifaceted story have multituse
Angles.
Those who see that fracture is much more
Intriguing than cleavage.
Who accept idiocy,
Who strive towards lunacy.
For this liberty,
Is brilliance.