The Supernova Of Emptiness Poem by Andrus Cassian

Pathetic, the word I just can't seem to outrun
it beats me to alley-way exits, creating dead to ends, enclosed places
Defeated, it might as well be the twin
The effects, they refuse to cease yet love to seize me
I've made so many plans, so many plans to alter the aspect
tread on broken glass to allow Karma to change sides
but at the last minute, I exchanged those plans
for different names to sustain an imaginary legacy
'Divided into pieces of the sun'
so the poet's dream is comprised of Ra, the Sun God
or am I chemically flawed in my mind...likely
The voices in my mind command to enjoy the beauty in reality
their response is an open mouth for I have laughed in their faces
What beauty does the death of children portray
What beauty lies in seeing grown adults fight over a molded piece of bread
Imagination, now a similar corrupted world
when the poet merges two worlds and dives recklessly straight into the sun
Disoriented by emotions, morals; how can I breathe
I am lost, dial 911ost; I've lost my mind and the locks
simple math, I cannot when math is not involved
When will the citizens of Earth open their ears and hold their tongues
Get off my back, let me relax; I'm derailing from this track
The fluorescent, white light blinding me
the only thing I'm able to see
myself combusting into several thousand degrees
The supernova of beginning dreams
now dubbed the supernova of emptiness
shining as bright as a dying star