phantom dogmas
clutching like pseudo coils
around our thoughts
like serpents hissing
“Thou Shalt Not!”
pomp and circumstance
pounding like drums
of an underlying nexus
machinery grinding
to a standstill
corrupted equations
a fizzle with excuses
revolving around it
unable to explain
the field of magic
the basic fallacies
shiny delusions
the so-called foundations
of our whole existence
are actually myths
silence
the only true philosophy
