Glazed red eyes mock,
while lips speak folly and nicities.
The world exists because of such don’t you know?
Constant coincidences permeate the soul’s facade
And this is how sincere reality is birthed.
Blood spills first from the carnal being
But then the uncontrollable tension
forces the mind to pour out its blood.
Ideas and blood mix.
The concoction is humanity.
Our holiness originates from our inability to understand such common thoughts.
Scratch your head.
Smile.
And think.
And have sex.
And be what all have been-human.