En Règle (and Out)

Meteoric
And dysphoric
And soldered by hand—
A misleading worldview that I can’t withstand.
Impressions,
They are all tested,
But not central to me;
Logic gives way before practical needs.
Consciousness and cognizance
Combine to dissonance.
It’s a tough to translate
Psychological state
That hates what I create.
Replicative methods
Define what is true;
Subjective distress
At a mental review
Of the rules that I’ve unglued.
Atmospheric,
Esoteric,
I don’t understand
How natural selection deals this kind of hand;
Leaving spandrels
Not likely to end well;
They’re causing disease.
My dysphoria’s dealing out death by degrees.
And cognizance kills confidence
In any providence.
It’s my tough to translate
Psychological state
Subjective and ornate.
The sky has been calling
For thousands of years;
Explorative risks on a
Literal sphere.
It appears
I would volunteer.
Incurring costs
That we’ll exchange for our benefits.
Why is that we don’t have them yet?
Just a null set of our own regret?
And I am upset,
Pinning my worth on my sobriquet,
Tracing ennui with my cigarette,
Wearing the unwanted coronet
Of the space cadet.
And cognizance kills confidence
In any providence.
It’s just my tough to translate
Psychological state
That hates what I create.
Replicative methods
Define what is true
Subjective distress
At a mental review.
The sky has been calling
For thousands of years;
Explorative risks on a
Literal sphere.
I’ll pay down your costs
If you take on my debt;
We’re trading for something
That we don’t have yet.
It’s not clear
Who’s looking out of my mirror.