freedom
3-23-06
Freedom
relax, lie back or stand up
meditate on the nonexistence of all things,
rise to the top of a high city building and scream
into the pouring rain,
freedom
inside your mind’s eye,
the symbols you’ve carve from the grand world-mold
twist and tumble and move and shake,
they dance, monk following a guitar groove on mountaintop,
laughing through illusion, screwing yourself into the air
and flying like a meditation on weightlessness made real.
Freedom
relax, let the your life condense on your mirror,
sweet droplets of shimmering, concave distortions
into the man from the market grinning,
the scream from a childhood passing by the haunted house,
into the sweet nature of reality, the book world
that you can only see shimmering, concave & distant
unfathomably distant, a minute away and died
because your churning butter brain
will never be resifted into the shape
that can support your gonzo logic,
extending into the beyond,
where perception is seeing the inverse concave world
from within a sweet droplet, plopped onto a mirror
as a study of pores and boredom rubs stubble in contemplation
and you’ve returned home to chuckle
at the years spent in isolation from the places where futility screams,
Freedom
Because hell is fear,
and you have none.
because strength is utter conviction
in the superiority of a mind, properly-trained,
and the belief that no matter how much it hurts,
it ain’t more real’n your twitchy inner gyrations
(and you have it, hold it, am it
world spinning so fast it must’ve been planned
and it doesn’t matter, t’is just pretty
a lurking leaking ice-sphere in the sky,
melting and puddling and culturing,
sprouts and shrouds and annihilations.)
Freedom
Freedom is
having the power of a transformer,
chugging yourself into any shape,
and the understanding, that responsibility
is how they kill your soul.
