Voices

Voices
The voices are remembering
I recognize the voices
Ones of friends caught in a sandstorm spoke in Cardinal fashion
I hear them come.. go
Voices become more scarred each time they return
Through emerging adulthood each voice has established definition
Our rights and wrongs are under the magician's cup's
He shuffles them
By stander
Time to choose
In one is all you stand for
In the second failed attempts to make sense of events
In a third cup hidden in the back holds nothing so it seems at first glance
Choose right 
Choose to share your meal in the feast
Spread your view.. passionate and ignorant
Choose wrong unveil the darkness
Carry the worlds weight on your back
Existence won't make sense but at least you are aware
Settle your camp in pessimistic self-loathing
Refuse your meal and sit alone
The last cup
If you choose empty you choose full
The collective unison of all possible outcomes
A single conscious stream
Without an opinion 
The lack of definition
Here you must unlearn everything you have been taught
Don't conceptualize it too much 
Take it for what it is


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