Category: existential

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This Reality

a moment caught in a blink
the image, the lingering after-image
etched on the inside of my eyelid in negative relief
Which reality do I follow?

the one laid out before me 
the one perceived when the lights go down
this shadowed landscape that flashes faster than perception
as the light finishes its relativistic trip through the retina

then slows down to nerve impulse level
a mere spark through an electrochemical medium
looming large for an instant
showing the glowing lines of light’s reflection, refraction

As perception rules reality, reality bends for a blink
Then I breathe and take a step
into the brand new world
created in that instant

darkness chased away 
gentle fingers of my lashes no longer tangled
my eyes unfettered
I face the new day created a thousand times

to be destroyed again

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Into the Cranial Chaos

(Reposted from recovery)

The blending is taking the stark
making gray

                 Bold realizations become clouds

the static murmuring, burning bland
When all is heat, then hot has no reference
and cold burns

Interrupt driven

grinding the gears, pushing steam
hold this chaos, hold this mind
a misfire sparks a wildfire and bathes one in the instant glory that leaves ashes

But the come down
post orgasmic tremors

The gray takes over, and there is no set Medelbrot can create to break this constant shade that makes my shade crave escape again. 

Like the gray matters in the grey matter. 

Blend away

bend until they become the same

break away from this path and just have this moment as we embrace again the inner peace of gathered fragments that is the cranial chaos 

That was once our lives

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Some Sun, Someone

The sun went down, and the reflection died with the new moon
I don’t know the answers, but they’re going to be inflicted on us soon

Breath like fire and blood is ice. Skin has its own mind.
Crawling out of the throat is the truth, letting sanity unwind.

If we had it to do over again, I would turn reality to ashes.
Instead, we stare into the horrors as the second hand passes

What flesh is this that parts so easily?
Embrace the blade and open to the breeze
The river runs warm
The source begins to freeze

The moon rose again and blankets the earth in reflected grace,
She turned her face away, letting pinpoints watch in her place.

Cataclysmic mother once torn to birth the barren daughter.
cries out in agony for the scars that evolution has brought her.

Penetrated and burned for the blood of those who died before
She hopes their suffering will end, and she can cry no more.

What flesh is this that parts so easily?
Embrace the blade and open to the breeze
The river runs warm
The source begins to freeze

We crave to claim and walk again on another mother in the sky
Who’s only child mishapen can barely stand to fly

Captured over to witness metal insects crawl her skin
The cycle of her sister will one day start again

But these ashes will drift forever on the cosmic ice
Considered the path but did not consider twice

What flesh is this that parts so easily?
Embrace the blade and open to the breeze
The river runs warm
The source begins to freeze

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Drained in Lies

Blinded by piles of pursued acquisitions
Running headlong into coming attrition
A maze to amaze from the things on which we graze
No depth, just breadth, high enough to block vision

Effort is energy, but not always progress
Movement is agitating, and often, we regress
Vibrations that phase in the ways the game plays
It is never obligated to bring about redress

Silence is golden, but not if we’re deaf
Listening is impossible if no tools are left
All the lies for which we prise the tympanic caul
Ripping out until the noise stops and we’re bereft

Anhedonia is not a form of peace
Falling to our death is not a release
A rictus they inflict us is not benedictus
We are naked and alone, but now without fleece

Hung by the Achilles, we’re shaved and then drained
For our lives and time, we are deceived and detained
Give up all you have is how we are trained
To support the parasitic idea they’ve ingrained

Silence is not consent
But it will not protect
When the dragons are hungry
And the pigs are erect

The parasite will never be satisfied
So it must be destroyed
Fire and steel and minds be deployed
Against the idea that meaning is to be employed.

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Morph Into

Metastatic metamorphosis 
evolutionary change
time-lapse ticking
Will it be human? Will it be strange?

Will the new growth be cancer
Will it nurture the body electric
Will the cocoon become a chrysalis
and we remain liquid psychometric

Non-Newtonian settled in a groove
Life not impacted enough to solidify
Dehydrate and crust over
evaporate and waiting to die

Vertebrates sell their bones
thinking change is in the air
when the time comes to make the change
Their spines are no longer there.

You’ve forgotten what you are
where you’ve been, how to live
you’ve sold the plot and cried of loss
and the soul you had to give

If god were real
and sober
and caring
She would have aborted you decades long past
your whining
your compromise
bread and circuses
That could have been something so vast

This is what we’ve become
This is our slow quietus
We gave up on looking outward
for walls and artifice

Mocked for accolades they did not request
the children of the house of Me
left on the hook for foolish ancestry
and a world that shouldn’t be