What have you to fear? Your life and every circumstance is within your hands, what to you is the political unity, Nations, Opinion, Group Feeling?
In your mind dwells a country, a true Motherland,
no flags are waved, no boundaries exist,
no men need rule through legality,
where control is not an illusion perpetuated in order to imply an order which is masked force,
In your mind is a real world which makes this one seem the vestiges of a mere growth upon rock, and we mere amoeba, clothing appear to be chains, ownership appears to seem like slavery, freedom to be something never needing to be earned , simply a thing granted by birth to everyone who’s flesh touches the earth, except for those who cannot see the door
I wish the clothing bought was less expensive in the cost of human life.
I wish I didn’t have trouble controlling my heartbeat, or that my love would drive me to know lack of fear.
Wish I didn’t crave attention and dread it all at once, wish I could curl up next to my wife as myself, warm and full of life, not this cold demon harnessed without me.
I shake my shackles in derision, laughing is the best way. All ghosts are but an undigested piece of dumpling etc.
Awkward social situations with no consequences which weigh on my soul like the moment that Alexander sliced the fucking Gordian knot. Fun yes to think of but to do, it is not.
Talking about ones delusions is always funny in retrospect but at their conception and their exposure to the light of reality and present-hood of experience it is never pleasant, and if so, then maligned and to the wrong purpose, not all was meant to smell as fresh as linen or to be well thought of.
The fermy undergrowth of dead tree, rotting pleasantly its scent, a babble of coniferous life around it smelling of coitus on a grand scale,
an Earthly scale,
Gods voice whispering in the weighted air a hum of Cicadas and sprout of fungi so sibilant it goes unnoticed when I turn on the radio,
My heart beats and i turn the radio off and gird my loins to enter a world so different from the brotherhood promised by great men,
there is nothing I haven’t found in the past that is here today, nothing now but Air conditioning and heat and the same problems a Plebeian encountered on his way to market,
I dream as Frost dreamed,of the only revolution possible, the revolution of one man.
Sun , I hold you in hands framing your smallness, you burn me but from a distance,
I lick my wounds as I wake, smell my mustache, the beard i let grow in remorse or laziness,
I think of my father , my mother, my surrogate mother, my brothers, I crack open sarcophagi filled with secrets thinking of them,
I bounce the children of the future on my knees and cry knowing holding them is a lie.
Ive lifted up God, what he does in actuality, or if he is merely an orifice i toss things spiritual into, is unknown to me, but I’ve heard the sound of shells, and the curses of blood drained men promising the deliverance of the one who i thought was my own.