Written by Jacob Ibrag
There are things I can’t divulge
into you just yet. Even if I was to expose
these secrets, you wouldn’t understand. We’d
speak in mirrored tongues diverged in meaning.
The mind is cradled by a lining made up of taught
reality. Once this lining is ripped, I promise you’ll
be ready. Until then, seek the black hole from
which nothing makes sense. I’ll be there
a minute before you find it.