A MAN WITHOUT AN EXIT

another day
evolves into being
attaches itself to your brains
magnifies
as you try to brace for life
otherwise known
as orchestrated piece of conflicting episodes
masquerading as nights and days
or
beginnings reaching out
to hallucinating
violently torn ends

it is late

you realise
reality of NOW is further from the truth
than reality of NEVER
still life pressed for time
you move your limbs between the two
frustrated
by the  line being so thin
your fingers bleed all the way from birth
to Heavens
and you are still
a man
without an exit
another day evolves into Being
foreign substance that
attaches itself to your brains
magnifies
as you try to brace for its life
orchestrated downpour of episodes
conflicting nights and days
or
beginnings
reaching out to violently torn ends
wherever you turn
they run up to you empty
hallucinating

it is late

late to realize
reality of NOW is further from the truth
than reality of EVER
still life pressed for time
you move your limbs between the two
frustrated
by the line being so thin
your fingers bleed all the way from birth
to Heavens
and you are still
a man
without an exit