I'm a prisoner to ignorance

I'm a prisoner to ignorance,

My condition is intense,

I can't even pretend

I know to what extent

I've listened to lessen the sentence

But It's a lifetime I've spent thus far

Behind the bars of comprehension,

Inside little cells of thought, with a

Key ring stringing millions of questions

To unlock the billions of answers

mixed with trillions of suggestions:

If I align them right

I'll catch the photon brightness

And enlighten myself, righteously

To dismiss the nothingness as something

I can see, as if elevating from this plane that

I've perceived all this time/TIME IT ANGERS ME

Only one line to find my freedom from this sordid, torpid fantasy

I'm a prisoner to ignorance,

My condition is intense,

I can't even pretend

I know to what extent

Pent up in a prism,

Splitting definitive positions from a single beam into

twelve

shades. Damn, there's that digit showing its asymmetrical face, again

Within this prison of Lacking light

I

Can't ignore any sight that slips through the slit into this view that's so restricted in the spectrum I must depict it in my recollection, by comparison and repetition

these disconnected visions burn brightly

As I move blindly towards those images reflecting presence and truth

... I think that's what they do ...

I cannot commit my full confidence

Because my situation sits with it

Inches from my stretching, shackled hands.

I'm a prisoner to ignorance,

My condition is intense,

I can't even pretend

I know to what extent

All wisdom gained in merely aging in the cask I cannot tap until it's time I leave this place, never to come back.

When I disband, I hope I may understand the difference between fiction and fact-

If I ignore the sands of time will my mind remain in tact?

Will it shatter into infinite fractions, or just crack and still keep me in this indictment to be

constantly a point inflected, conflicted and unable to predict a damn thing-

Not for certain anyways,

Every day looks just the same, to my disdain i know it cannot be so,

For From a furthering circle, a spiral became, and in that frame

I feel insane

to think I seee intricate discrepancies in synergy

that revolve beside the cycles

and Im starting to believe it is dissolving, melting to a solid shape

that slips as if it were frictionless,

dripping into the abyss of the impossible

Where the incarcerated can't describe the darkness.

Ignorance. Absolute.

It's got me down and destitute

Can't rest inside this mess of the unknowing,

please Please PLEase

Provide a light for me to spark inside this cage I've made

Restricted from the bliss existing at the epicenter of what is

What is not;

Defined by an intrinsic lack of Knowledge

Forever a prisoner to ignorance

pent up in endeavors to escape

and create distance in the instant

when i forget it ever existed to begin with.