The Theory of Truth

I quantumize, breaking everything down to the absolute
Neurotic, psychotic, to prove the basis of truth
Where tiny lies, float like dust particles
Broadcasting brainwaves, radial
Thinking faster until my thoughts spin in some cosmic vortex
Of centrifugal force, forcing me to think
In a nonlinear time, where the continuum of space
Questions the existence of all things existing
Like some sort of subatomic alchemy
Almost Satanic in nature
Looking for answers, where the only end
Is an apocalyptic paradox
Where my head will convex
With a million fragmented questions
Before collapsing into its’ own microscopic omniverse
Of electrons that synoptically latch on to some memory
I had almost forgotten
Dissecting the theory of self-perception
Where nothing is absolute
Not even the truth