The Hypnotist Of Hypercube Transcendence

Am I an individual or just a pattern of behaviors?

A frustrated observer unable to control

I am this monolith - impressive and solitary

Lingering without being perceived

The crux is corrupted, inadequate, illusory

Assumptions in the center, a point of blindness

I built this model around a flaw

So failure can never confront me

I am a machine of heat, entropy, and friction

Simplified into a drone of fear, hunger and lust

A critical period of social development

Being is motion and I stand still

Purity is a symptom of waste and neglect

Only a stylite would be so proud

From atop a tall and narrow pedestal

I shall be toppled by my own pretensions

The fallacy of regression, cause where none exists

Once I believed then was betrayed

Friends are still alive and unchanged in my thoughts

And I can never forget because I am alone

An eye of contradiction in the core of stability

Absorbed within myself, all is elusive

Barriers I created, the arrogance of secrecy

The altered state of memories is now my existence

Calculate the imponderable for the thrill of possibilities

To avoid facing the harshness of the present

An instant of fulcrum and quiet privilege

Becomes the slow sinking into insanity

Beauty is vanity, says one embittered soul

Without companions, obsessive and hateful

Desperate for others, I surrounded myself with mirrors

And grew to despise the sincerity of my reflection

Clues, codes, and mysteries - a sea of irrelevance

Ambitions pale beside the remembrance of those I loved

The questioning child weaves uncertainty

Because not one answer will suffice

From a brave man I've become a whimpering creature

Initiative to inertia through inexplicable disillusion

At last in a dream I see her and I speak

And she turns her back on me - she doesn't remember

It is always too late and it is never too late

Dying and birthing in constant flux

Voices surround me to join them in life

Circling and mocking like my wounds agape

A palindrome while clever is still an enclosed system

Emotions collide until stagnation and freezing

Momentum and intent defeated by indecision

It's all my fault, I could have been