.
Bulbs flicker and
drown us in flashes.
He is I, and I him,
this voice
Bellows in my
ear. There is nothing more
To explain. These subway cars
Swerve and pulsate,
remind me of
The dense passage of
blood through vein.
I try to meet his
eyes. He does not respond.
He sees blood and
warfare everywhere,
He shields it with a
convex mask.
As casements, the
pain opens
And floods the inside
of
these bodily walls:
moth battalions sent
to disassemble my
understanding.
They pin me to a
state of paralysis.
The Sun has
attributes of God, But is without empathy.
The grating gyrations
of his mind
Are stark metal. The blade of fear
Carves into his mind
and sweat
Pours forth, openly,
it washes away
The breath he fights
to infuse. Biochemical halos
Flush the air, flush
the lungs, seep into me, as well,
And I don’t know if
this death is real or
Just an imagined
evacuation of the senses.
The Sun
Illumines hate, it Illumines Love; It
has no preference.
Together, the subway
transports us to a lost reality.
He is I, and I him.
And although we are strangers,
We grope
hysterically, together, for some warm
And waving motion –
some invincible artifact to confirm that
This ultraviolet
violence - this radioactive pulse
Cannot, in the end,
define the ultimacy of life.
Tendrils of the sun
splay out through his opened veins.
It is nature, it is
cycles of indifference, surging through us.
And we are
light-waves of endless confusion
Overlapping one
another, crashing into each other-
We are matter,
seeking the means to grow together
Against the violent
current that encloses us.
She breaths in song
and calls us home.
She must,
I assure the man
As the subway bulbs
Flicker and drown us
in light.
Entanglement in
Oblivion
Symbols are fluid
pillars upholding thought.
As the ocean becomes
river on land,
The symbols diverges
into varying stream
And pillars change
with the flow of water into time.
As the ocean becomes
river on land,
Culture organizes
thought into varying stream.
Pillars change with
the flow of water into time
and Ideologies are
built. They divide. They expire.
Culture organizes
thought into varying stream.
Employing symbols as
stairs, we paddle our way upstream;
away from mortality.
Ideologies are
built. They divide. They expire.
Stairways crumble as
sands of a pyramid
And pillars evaporate
in the transience of time.
Employing symbols as
stairs, we paddle our way upstream;
away from mortality.
Using symbols as
maps, we navigate streams of thought.
Stairways crumble as
sands of a pyramid
And pillars evaporate
in the transience of time.
This downstream
current, in the end, devours motion.
Using symbols as
maps, we navigate streams of thought.
Yet the map ages;
dissolves with the flow of water into time.
The downstream
current, in the end, devours motion.
We are entangled in
oblivion always, and Yet
The water continues
to flow
Mirroring the
(glorious) symbol of Eternity.