Platonic Buzz
APR 04, 2025
Calmly, I am persuaded by the ocean
that grants large numbers to the swimmers
and the catapults that launch plasmic nebulae into the abyss
that transmute sulfur and cauterizes the wound.
No more do they hear my cry for comfort
or the atoms that buzz like static between my fingers and eyes.
I wished for nothing
and the universe gave me nothing.
I hoped for peace
and the universe showed me chaos
so I learned to pray to God, where I learned patience
and that I would find everything I seek
when I stop looking for it, when I stop to look
at the sky. At His canvas.
God is just like us, wanting to feel seen and heard
but He differs in a way that knows no bounds of thought
rational or emotion. He is all-knowing.
Which means He knows my fate and my doom
and where I collide with the bottom of the ocean,
where the energy sings its platonic devotion.
I wished for love and He showed me how to love myself
He revealed to me my pain and my scars and the war I fought
just to find him, right back where I left off.
I hoped one day that it would happen again
but it never did.
And it never will, not in the same way.
Not in the way where I once lost my faith and danced with the devil.
This way is kinder, it asks for more.
Only in this way will it satisfy my hunger.
