Someday
It is nothing
In a sub-zero point
Baring its breath
Like a grizzly bear
In sweltering summer
Someday it is all
For nothing
For a gruelling love
Fizzling out
In crystalline truth
Committing nothing
To the surreal surprise

The truth
Elusive as the firefly
Metamorphosing
Into a shadow
Of a crusader
Like the grasshopper
In a daze
Of all suspenses

A beacon of light
Proliferating
On the precipice
Of the Bastille castle
In prolific chaos
Of suspended freedom
As if to carry home
The cruelty
Of truths and lies
In diurnal reality
Chopping and changing
Into something
Never
To be smiling
Upon nothing
Short of a straighter face

Someday it is all chaos
Truths belittling truths
Of all jejune lies
To carry home
The cruelty
Of dueling love
Something for nothing
Someday
It is all like
What happens
To be wordless
Existence
Metamorphosing
Everything
Into nothing
And nothingness

Someday
It is like saying
Nothing
And no one seems
To be the truth
Of anything
In a metamorphosis
Of truths into lies.

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