Raphaelesque Head Exploding - Dali

the emptying of a mind, into the ether all that was contained suddenly skywards always to be firmly rejected by gravity we have to live with the fallout well someone does truth ruins the illusion of necessity spittle ruins the illusion of beauty timelines can't run two ways just because we now know better you can't rewrite history you can only bury the dead and move on there's still beauty still there, in the bright light before nothing – lingering on the retina to make sense of forevermore, we need insanity and everything is clear in the end once we've passed the point of no return and learn no more nothing is new evidenced by what's etched in stone and in the inner workings of every dome rest the lives of those that built it now silently watching on in every direction lay the fallen leaving space the glorious mourners preach eventually there is no fight left only moistened air descending kissing your cheek with a promise of change coffee cup stains create crowns from faraway hideouts the planners never losing a drop or burning their tongue in the perfect world they build everyone else gives their all to fulfil whatever dream they needed to be sold - those details don't matter bridges shatter between downcast eyes everything wriggles finds its way once again to a finish line starting again a fresh batch, inevitable for glory the light doesn't shine long enough to worry those at the top about mortality pursuit of legacy ensures they are never finished