Secrets/ pedestal for an empty goblet

Secrets

to think of progress

as tearing down the world

counting stars through glass

we never needed hubris

to split atoms

dissecting souls away

but we did it

to learn secrets

always ours to take

shake your fists at the sky

silly thing

that of which made and makes

you look without so often

but answers

will only be within

counting atoms

splitting ego through the shards

will be when progress spins

stripped down to its core

you find existence

on a breath, meant to dissipate

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pedestal for an empty goblet

It's all too easy to embrace

and cling to dreams

that charm and rock you

in a swell so sweet

how can it not be

anything but for you?

It is not,

I assure you;

a taste is not enough,

but the red of wings and petals

are to throw you off

yet you still grip at

fantasies all alluring

caught in windows, gaping

filled and overflowing

much too full.

That soul is not for you

the addiction will have yours

drinking

lusting, gorging

To fill an appetite never full