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Part 22

how can there be any absolutes
with the clock ticking like it does
it's hard to tell if you'll come to your senses
when it's one thing to be short on the rent
another thing to stay short on the rent
can we trust humanity to employ logic
and accurate boundary surveying
or rather erupt in mating rituals
which are obvious to the sentient
as a form of class warfare
failing to touch the untouchable
failing to touch tomorrow on purpose
the purpose of dead atoms bringing us to life
we need to know the multiple
dark continuities between thoughts
sure we talk to our memories
the question is do they talk to each other
for you royalists
the kings first purpose is to hoard the grain
so enjoy the ride pilgrims
it's all your fault for failing at regicide
in a random aimless sort of way
a curious tale of exasperation and ineptitude
constantly high on self congratulation
while society turns into a cattle enclosure
under the careful eye of speculators
and other heroes of the abject and wanton
so shall we finally turn towards
the taboo of effortless awakening
all you will need is the muse of curiosity
it's not so much what is truth
or how it is arrived at
it is the impulse to begin
preconceptions may be an extreme liability
a place where there is no substitution
a realm of contour and texture and light and shade
with each thing of its own qualities
unique without meaning or metaphor
no hierarchies or qualifications of judgment
a state of passivity beyond meditation
how else could the awareness of awareness proceed
as a point of reception in a radiating system
mommy mommy I have a voice in my head
it's where dreams come from sweetheart
we receive we project we are input channels
perturbations from elastic to inelastic
how is it that we can change perspective
reroute the input into output
which makes me want to shoot my script writer
he's a source of endless exasperation
with one exception there is always one exception
and where does this beautiful anomaly come from
at some scales it is delicate
at some scales it is robust
at some point you have to feel impervious
in order to function in this madhouse
of casino games and amusement parks
another damned paradox in a baby's brain
where the winds howl
and gargoyles romp and scatter
simply delirious with nostalgia
I know boring but finding is better than losing
in everyone's book and the telephone book
(to be continued)


From "Theater of Utter Charm"
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