ruler of none

the spoken truth, words not from books or others, who lives within, dies without. in times circumvented and removed,all is lost and not understood. what is remains to be seen to be experienced, to be alive. the self lost in the maze of secondary substances, extended fantasies, clouded through habit and unconscious actions, what remains but the workings of a misguided masquerade, a facade of untruth and deception. there is nothing that has foundation or reality but only misperception and idealistic frenzy. who are these who remain, these straw barrels of desire and fear and anger. inside the turmoil has no release and without the presence of truth, the shell is hollow and broken. the heart is wrapped and bound, the soul restrained in emptiness and life a revolution in repetition. all is cast a light upon the blackest surface reflecting none but its own darkness. imagine anything and it distorts the world but imagine nothing where you exist, that is what remains, the world is nothing the universe a blank space, what this perfect thing we are is the end of imagination, the end of beliefs, the end of pretending. all is the liquid of desire and fear, the essence of existence is death and repetition. the monuments you create are sand castles in the waves. as time continues you stop, and all is finished like the ashes from the funeral pyre. the end of desire, the defeat of purpose and meaning, the loss of innocence and idealism, opportunity and optimism. the self that holds these dear loses all form, the one left is no one, the final result is emptiness and abandon, where the wind blows and never is felt. who feels or experiences or knows, not the individual, not the small finite grain of existence, but rather the millstone crushing all into useless powder, there is nothing to be, nothing to exist, nothing remains. what fills such emptiness is unknown, for who is there to think or feel anything. left solitary one resides beyond this world, all worlds and is ruler of none.