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Alone – Quiet – Alcohol – Peace
these things are often preached
spoken and read aloud to those searching,
seeking to transcend some bound
created and imposed and finally passed down
through the long lines of history
Useless to stop it, useless to try
work smarter not harder
descend
One does not go skyward
to find the center,
the center is never found
with too many alchemists making animals with the stars
or the measurers, or the simple people who stare up heavenward
Give me the rock and I can show you the finality of it all
minerals, the solidity of the self, can be found in the moments,
the polaroid snapshot of time within the nut of a fossil
Even words like this cannot express the traps set by the ancients
the dualisms that have shaped, molded us into some kind of creature,
cornered, forced and prodded into a framework so ignorant of itself
and the idle talk is spews upon and over us
We in turn, gleefully dumb of the punji trap set before our feet, commit to marriage with it
consummate in a sunless honeymoon
We box, splinter and fracture each other in numbers, which never existed
into apartments, into houses, into cars, into the glorious web of a world-experience hallucination,
into mortgages, into things which possess nothing but take everything
all right in front of the black marbles of your eyes.
