My oblivious eye

Here on the cusp of all things, is where I succumb Ceding my stuff blindly, toward oblivion and none Unwilling to persevere, without a modicum of fun Listing in perpetual stasis, til the spasm’s undone And yet a god may save me, or a talisman of love Some prophet of euphoria, quelling ennui thereof Placing good tidings, into a universal equation Edifying eternity…..revealing its exact duration….. Alas he speaks in riddles, and treads a mobius strip Each cycle forming a twist, convoluting his trip Determined I follow, my awareness in collapse Narrow-mindedly stumbling into mortality traps Now I sense the endgame, but decline to exalt Its a distortion, an abortion, a cataclysmic fault Chance meeting with a nihilist, yields positive results Unable to see past zero, he reveals nothing but cults Here on the cusp of all things, is where I begun A contorted brain-f*ck, had no choice but to come A demon of clarity, with an open ended measure One who gives to please, but prefers taking pleasure To believe for one moment, I’d live off a dying spark Only denies potential, when again life goes dark With more light to come, my sunglasses prepared Eternity’s not polarised, just infinitely layered If a blind man articulates, I’ve seen all this before Screaming and convinced “I’m a seer at my core” Could be he’s mistaken, or deluded with Déjà vu Begs his final question, “do I have a point of view”?