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being that we are just a hologram
what kind of plunk
the well is shallow
that Alice plunks in
this may be just a silky screen
we are creatures with desire
the old rules no longer apply
the design is in transition
this may be why it doesn't exist theoretically
we are ready to jump ship
to plunk in to the other
again and again
but what of these boots
that are very old
and collectible
I don't understand your god-like creature
a leaf knows something
the surfer knows more
not in the cataclysm
but in a journey of cataclysms
it is as much your guess as mine

45*21

their last impression was not like the first
they doubled over
he couldn't hear a damned thing
the mouth is a sacred place
on a body covered by white cloth
if we were the last ones left on this planet
where would we be
all they do is talk about where they are going to eat
it hurts to be at home
icecream was thrown in with the omelette
it felt like a growing pain
I dashed from the room
if the witch is in the woods & nature is Satan
they pray for the lost souls
as if there was a linear connection
he held his tongue believing there were Christians
he believes in scientific truths not ghosts
does not matter what you feel, see or think
it must be proven true before being real
it's harder than buying the lie
when all is dragged across the same bed of coals
and disappear into a fallacy of legacy

45*21

what happens when we fall to disease
you might say we let go of strength
some strong as wind
that grows under food
the fox says "chaos reins"
we disappear into our selves somewhere
oh buddy, you're so full of shit
quit taking the axe to your self
empty coat hangers
sex and its animal design
there are several tangents unformed
the laundry never seems to get dry
young waking bear
nature is the being itself
it being alive
the beast of desire
the wing of a bird
old crow goes squawk
and it knows
nature's triangle ecstasy
never kills the pain

45*21

once upon a time there was spirit
remember that
when it happened
some will stuff it away
sweat it out of the system
but it comes back
it has the greatest will
science can't stamp it out
actually, science doesn't want to
time is not its master
the driver is not driving
if you know what I mean there is no IOU
either you are happy or not
any given moment
the day shades the night
you are a cranberry then multiply
the get out and switch places
the conscious and the self
negating forces unite
and pierce perception, see?
it is like crystal, but try holding on to it

45*21

you may think things will change
but they won't
no matter what you do they stay the same
it is an internal thing
I almost said an eternal thing
the cause and effect go on and on
it will leave you with scars
those scars will have personality
possibly more than one
so get out while you can
You realize there's no easy exit
you wonder if you should have given up long ago
but the door revolves
maybe a new job will help
you are not wealthy
you can not afford to lie about
and be spoon fed by a naughty nurse
too bad for you
the inkling was there
that last bit of triviality
before they put you out to see

45*21

to guess is to only get half
to burgeon, to spring to knowledge
these structures fall around us daily
like pilots of unknown air ships
the tailor crafts the right suit
the wings that form shoulders cologne
if Agnes were God
a cure for human would be tamed
give me another moment to compose myself
I'm in the airport of time
deluded from the pathways of design
the rims of reality are like equators
of moons designed by the mind
okay if you can float on this ocean mass
the tigers keep clawing at the vine
don't find your vice in small potatoes
unless, unless
and then there's nothing and sleep is present
you've cut the lifeline like a spine
and cars drive slowly backwards
through the windmills of your mind

45*21

it's only a reflection
and behind this there is leather
and behind that
sugar cubes
it's only a reflection
the mask eases off with the slightest touch
it's a midget hand
that guides us to anther land
it's only a reflection of
something that used to see
they say it isn't right
the way these lines form
at the end, this desolation
soap costs more
yet we're always unclean
it keeps you up most every night
the last thing you witness is the rain
it comes down like instant pain
it's only a reflection
and I'm perpetually annoyed
by something that used to be