It's not poetry or prose. It's pointless!

[ex_anser_ovo]

:(

Reality is waking up one day.

Then it is thinking to yourself, 'huh?'.

Then it is eagerly wanting to know your place.

Then it is quickly recognizing patterns in frequencies.

Then it is quickly recognizing patterns reference other patterns.

Then it is quickly believing patterns referenced most often, seem to have more weight.

Then it is quickly assuming "that which has the most weight, is closer to being an absolute".

Then it becomes nothing but torturing ourselves with beliefs which culture conflicts.

Then all hell breaks lose, and it becomes increasingly difficult to see patterns.

Then life seems to feel like it's slowly wearing us down into submission.

Then everything starts to feel like it is more and more irrational.

Then it is seeing how often the irrational is being referenced.

Then it is stumbling across 2 major irrational frequencies.

Then it is learning they are both actually reciprocal.

Then it is making the irrational, rational again.

Then it is accepting simply being relative.

Then it is thinking to yourself, 'yes'.

Then it is going back to sleep.

:)