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Crazy Glue and Cellophane
Stop lying to me
with your transparent words
wrapped in cellophane.
We shadow-boxed with evil,
learned its trade,
let ourselves become consumed by evil
in order to defeat it.
We came back home
not as heroes,
but as broken souls.
Supposedly time heals all.
Crazy glue works decently,
without quite fully restoring
the original structural integrity
of things -
of bodies and minds.
The worst part about coming back home,
was having time to ponder again -
to realize that we merely evaporated
a single drop out of an ocean.
The more I pondered,
the more crazy glue was applied.
I pondered about how the concept
of heaven and hell is misguided,
a trick for people to live in mediocrity,
to undermine the full potential of the now
by living in fear of misinterpreted words....
....putting all the chips on one number,
spinning the wheel,
and letting it ride on cruise-control.
Heaven and hell is in the now,
energy is eternal,
there is a back-door to everything.
I have entered and exited both concepts
many times already.
And I pondered about God.
Over and over again.
If there is a God,
did It turn a blind eye on us
when we martyred ourselves
in the name of evaporating one drop
out of so many trillions of drops?
Yeah, the joke was on us
when we took the risk;
put it all on Black 22
with a trembling hand of double-standards.
But even so,
I finally sleep well at night,
see right through your words
wrapped in cellophane.
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