Jagged

"Jagged"

Jagged edges on a smooth surface
Stilled forms in rapid motion
Light with no colors, no white, black, red yellow blue
Infinite sadness, in a numb mind
Devoid of thought, but the essence of feeling remains

A shell, not of a tortoise,
But of a man,
A shell, not without purpose,
But within a purpose.
A shell, just simply a shell.

No ghosts in this world,
Unless you count those who
Live outside the bounds of society
The drifters, floaters, loners,
They slip through the shadows at high noon

But this shell is the closest you can come.
To be a void, to have no existence,
Only the essence of the ether to tie it to this realm.
The shell, only a metaphor,
For a man lost, without foresight.

Through some unseen force there is a connection between all things,
Making connectivity a absolute truth,
There is something you can identify with in everything
The judge and the murder share aspects
As does the one who is a shell with the common man.

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