Oblivion Liberated

Darkness riddled curtain vines of the horizon,
Are drowsily, lazily moving with the wind's sway.
Only contemplation, can reveal the human cascade,
And the unleashed broken minds of control.

Suddenly the darkness plummets, delving deep.
I cannot partake, I am but an observer, a thing.
But imagine desire that learns and overwhelms,
See the potential trapped in our shallow world.

With this then, perhaps, perhaps we truly live,
Not through life's slavery or sympathic friends.
But as an explanation for the way of everything,
Ours, without second nature excuse or modesty.

Lastly, don't laugh. Nor gaze into the dark.
Stare towards the hidden, silently rising sun.
And meet within the bowels of humanity,
An eternal search for this liberated oblivion.