The Enigma Complex ~ Tuesday, June 2, 2026

Language is a tool to create meaning

Literally, I feel second day burn
as if, I had a tough indoor workout
nothing could prepare me for this level
given, whatever comes, I cannot learn
understanding has left me, an anchor
answering the context without a doubt
given such witchcraft as under a spell
each symbol, I decipher as a code

ignorance leaves me ignorant, a door
slightly ajar, helps to explain this mess

as a cacophony sounds like chaos

take away one item, as if to bless
old eyes with sight, I do not give a toss
old eyes see the world before they erode
left to make sense of sorrow, of my loss

turn the page, this life of light and shadows
only the blind make sense of the darkness

create meaning out of chaos, a need
religion is helpful for old widows
each to their own, searching for a small bite
as black as death within pure emptiness
teach experience as parables bleed
each person dry of money, this nonsense

meaning creates out of logic, despite
each person in need of a solid base
as dissociation occurs, fragments
necessarily appear in a space
in a span that deliberately dements
nerves in the brain to seek out the difference
given nothing makes sense but pounds and pence

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