he culture that cradles one when they first wake up becomes the cannibal
saint training you the survival games we play, as though the purpose
really is so great, but it is epic on many scales and layers as we
master the personal disasters that plague one throughout adulthood…
pushed on by the inflicted ideal of the state, another dog thrashing
about leashed onto the sleigh, and we are all Here to move the monument
which has become our crazed cultural icons… to admit my submission to a
whole wide world that knows nothing of me is to prepared for the return
of that energy, the hologram selves await the gathered initiative to
move, and a deep-seated urge to swipe a position between the ridiculous
and the absurd to gather up the nerve… that quotient of eclectic
electricity without violence, but signify the act covertly in the
presence of others, unhindered by curses nor criticisms thrown my way…
the baiting and naive atrocious at lying to deceive, an aid in covering
the evidence of hideous faces beneath the veneer, and with opinions
filtered in by poll to await the occurrence of some unforeseen script
error… to catch the cryptic statements in a safety network as they fall
from thin silk, the trees unreal growing to root in our fetal zeal as
the stumps grow out into leaves, and blown out like the knees as the
aged threads become frail and slender without a mender to fix the seams…
so now one must walk with a skiff, or at least some kind of structural
support in place of the whim, dimwits with small minds challenge the
fixed wedge as it wears thinner still… to give up too quickly is
“retard”, or i’m sorry, to be retired… making us no better than any
other moron among us, which we are anyway you slice it even if you
defend yourself otherwise, and nearly everyone seems utterly blocked by
this polarity of spirit… to move too quickly in a direction you wish
uses velocity of state to make one numb enough to understand the new
information, but polarizes those who have no idea of the range of
experience within their vapid opinions based upon other opinion yet
still, it seems as though no two ends of the same scaled and visualized
spectrum would be able to be connected… however, it is this bizarre
attraction between the opposites that literally reacts by pulling their
frequencies together, and can be utilized in favor of true will if there
is an earnest desire to learn and to know things unknown… what secrets
on the issues of compromise and working collectively can be gleaned from
the interaction between Here and there?… the eternal dreams can cast
themselves aside for the greater good, but can we as human beings ever
concede that we affiliate ourselves with more than the betterment of our
works, some motion inside the circuitry created by this charge between
polar forces… a reaction slowly melting down into one state of reality
bent on dominating us through the back door in the dark of night, even
those zombie agents of other things walk down the streets in daylight
now, but do we can we even really see as we need to see?…
