‘HUMILIATING SOBRIETY’ and the MISSING LIMB (a godless prayer)


PART I: Lying Asleep.

Woke up to feel something
missing like a limb.
Numb and black, the ever-growing void.
Like cancerous vines that strangle
the throat of memory.

Misplacement of the metaphysical microscope.
Overlooking closeness and
purpose like danger
and its apparent absence;
our hilarious helmet.

Dreamless and dry ,
Sleepwalker countryside.
Suicide culture.
Bottle to the mouth.
Parasite to its host.
Pour into our bellies,
empty us out.

Plastic newspaper television warship
of the hijacked ‘reality’.
Commanders in chief,
so-called ‘leaders of men.’
The blackest of magic.
The blackest of hearts.

Gray eyed demon tricksters.
Circus showmen selling flaccid insurance.
Insurance of madness. Insurance of fear.(keep angry and afraid)
Selling the mirage of a vanishing god.
Brought to our knees.
Abandoned we feel
everything in order
now faith is placed into them. (removed from our shoulders)

Enter through exit.
New objects of worship.
Meaningless logos,
the name-brand mentality,
toilet-water ministry.
Cut and paste, clone-like communities.
Terror alert watch, pepper-spray stock market.
Scared of the inevitable crash and ourselves.
Speeches of freedom in united division.
Social insecurity.
FeNcE after FeNcE after FeNcE after FeNcE.
Invisible families, impossible values.

Darkening spiral,
crystalline
cellophane, our religion.
Descending detachment,
most brutal of drugs.
Consumption of distraction; from ourselves,
from our language, and from communication itself.
It seems that words never reach quite f a r enough.

PART II: Alarm.

Importance: the perverse arrangement.
Buried potential in deep, unmarked graves.
Forsaken, our families. Forsaken, our love.
Wearing ourselves like masks in the ritual.
Custom closing our circles, seemingly sealing our fate,
concealing the next notes of the octave.

Time: the unraveling string.
The knot twist eternal.
Intestines with wings.
Infinite loss. Infinite gain.
We wait for this war to be finally over.
We wait to be together again.
We wait for the rebirth.
We can no longer be waiting in vain.

Whispering to wizards,
Screaming to scribes.
Asking of artists,
the modern day shaman. (the most needed, the medicine man)
‘Bring us back to life.’
‘Paint us back to life.’
We long for completion,
begging the infinite questions.

Their answers are elegant.
Naked but secure,
The truth as it disrobes.
Hideous beauty. Complex simplicity.
These solutions sleep with our struggles, internal.
They breathe with and speak through
The mud, grass and trees, the swamps and the seas.
The sands of the lands and the stars never seen.

PART III: Lying Awake.

And they say…

‘Remember your families.
Remember your love.
Tribute the ones who were here before,
you will join them like mold.
Teach to the young who will soon be the old.
Call out the cowards who claim falsely to lead.
Return to origin.
Return to intuition.
The sacred reunion.
Humanity and its’ soul,
the function of the wave.
Perception of the particle.
Beyond the subatomic quantum mechanical.
Passing through flesh. Into the blood. Under the cells.
This once was a ‘flat world’
There is more to discover.
Although we fly, it ends in land or crash.
The freedom of flight means eventual choice.
Fall to the earth.
Look to the skies.
(Those streets that hold our spirits inside,
like lips that kiss for the first and the ultimate time.)
Our standards, our structures, (both physical and non)
must be torn down, seeding the future, cement to the past.
Lest it be forgotten, forever remember to always rebuild.
This time, build to last.
(What seems redundant is most likely just urgent.)
Resist what is known,
It betrays what is learned.
Resist what is owned,
It betrays what is needed.’

Something is missing.
It seems after all,
that in fact we are all part of both
the limb that assumes disembodiment
and its' forgetful owner gone numb.

This would have to mean…
we are all somehow missing each other.