swimming through jagged waters never felt like this before
the undertow is peaceful
but my body won't let my mind succumb to plummet
to acknowledge a judge's decision
in favor of mind over body
a coup
a coup
a coup that can't happen
because the people wear masks of red, blue, green
and on and on and on…
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know where I've been
I don't know who I've known
The mirror has gone to static
And programming will resume
As soon as I...
Images and video are coming in from the wreckage
And here on the ground we're feeling the tension
But a detached mist hovers
We can't get at it
We don't even try
The tension isn't tension:
It's a force sweeping through
leaving nothing but complacency
in its wake
in its wake
we're at our own wake and don't know it
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in a fog at dusk
the day we met has broad shoulders
big enough to blindly bully the unseen
adaptation's the game
i remember It and nothing else
[must forget, must forget]
O, fragmentary knowledge?
Where's the black box
The Black Box!
A holy grail we'll never know,
Should never strive for
the whole has been without lotion in the sun
there's a bottle in hand
but I'm worn out
I stagger on:
appreciative to my legs
and deploring my mind.
i'm back at the wreckage
ive forgotten my suit
the only armor i have is a paintbrush
and every shade of the rainbow
with my eyes closed, i paint
i remember:
your light gave me sight.
and i'm not worried anymore.
but i open my eyes:
[TICK, TOCK--TICK, TOCK...]
my pockets are lined with watches ticking
further
further
further
further from the moment
than it ever felt possible
when the moment was born
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i can't shake my shadow
he's a slob
and i'm a simple mirror
inseparable from him
the sirens blare
the searchlights scan
the megaphone imposes
drained of expression:
look but don't touch.
in my room, I shudder as my shoulders slump
first the right
then the left
then my legs
I goose step in time with my shadow's rhythm
And wander from swamp to swamp
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It's always better on the inside
But who stays there too long?
i have plumbed the depths in isolation
only to find others content to surface fish
some say a once a month dive wont do it
you have to live there
but what is There?
There doesn't exist
And it's all in my mind
the depths are the surface too
And it's all in my mind
Wanton disregard
I soldier on with my oxygen and mask
Reality blurs but the surface is suicide
Epidemic!
Epidemic!
Epidemic!
Face the day, it's only a switch away
The newsie philosopher shouts to the faceless mob
As they christen their new baby
But there's no one home;
Please leave a message at the beep.
Get back to you in a century or two.
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- steven
- "Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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