priscilla's chronicles

 abstracts & lousy rhetorics,
Feeding my mind with exciting drivel from  realists
I hear what they say, it makes sense especially when I’m desperate,

heaven remains quiet 
leaving me to the science & reasoning of brainy unbelievers,
They talk, they reason ~ supreme perceptions all round,
impressive if you’re smart.
Their genius  confined to the sufficiency of the 6 human senses...


The body is enough and my neurons are tired
arguing  about things...
I stay doubting my doubts & beliefs alike,
I’m no longer imploding from
Within the limits of my own understanding,

I’ve realesed that tension to the mercy of Him,
For too long my faculties have toiled within
The limits of my manufactured reality,

Now I sit with my tiny head
Waiting to receive an understanding
of the sort of stuff that resides outside the boundaries of science,

I am not fighting anyone,
I just want to listen to the silence of the other side...