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as the Crystal Mariachis arpeggiate the morning
why do the mighty remain cruel
while we are manning the oars beneath them
they see a tidy world
where mommy wipes their butts
you got your allegory you got your metaphor
plowing the minds of others with obedience
for nickels and dimes clanked in a tin cup
anyone their random boss of the moment
a refined servitude that seems like redemption
or holy matrimony or wage slavery
trying to recall that thought requires no energy
yet toll takers at every bridge intersection and on ramp
pocket your cash and eat your flesh
in exchange for the peephole picture
engineered ignorance how did we get this way
afraid to move our own arms and legs
thinking that death is the greater power
when it is but a parenthesis
to something far more enduring
for which there is absolutely no precedent
it's more than being observant
jerking along to the tune of others
yoked and regulated voluntarily
stapled to a hunger driven economy
I have no time for work
I do have time for children's voices
with extraperceptual dreams
of a terrain that we have been forced to forget
we're not talking about training canines
but creating a future
that actually is a future
with latitude and amplitude
context driven in every case
once again the knock on the door
check your surrounding is always good advice
whether told by urchins or philosophers
or philosopher urchins
of which there are multiple examples
we are all teachable to some degree
is our only hope
a matrix system of metrics
brought about by the previous inertias
propelled by the fear of shame
when commissions were convened
the sycophant press alerted
what sort of mind does not fear slavery
what sort of mind does not recognize it
in its many gaily painted guises
what sort of mind blinds itself
to the fact that it is blind
all of them battling against the future
with a system of enclosures
circles of influence and inheritance
so much of what we are we never knew
the mammalian eviction papers have been served
for the crime of a bad set of axioms
or does Jimmy yank the handbrake
and bring his rig back to real time
why none of this comes naturally is beyond me
explore your own genius or die
a long slow hideous death
that you won't even notice
it's simple just imagine yourself
in a vast sea of absolutely nothing
now you are having fun LOL
you need only understand
the forces at play
the hidden ones many many many
(to be continued)


From "Theater of Utter Charm"
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