Sunday, April 20, 2014

Adrift

Playing judge and plaintiff in this shifting matrix.
Couldn't choose red or blue so I gobbled em like food.
Dude my tennis shoes turned to rain-boots.
Greeting storms pensive wary of direction.
Overcast, obstacles from first to last.
Leap the gap trying to outlast.
Patterns eroding my rate of motion.
Optimism and pestilence hedging bets on mortal whims.
Give a grim for good performance.
Medals made of tin ornaments adjourning my ego's mourning.
Uprift and bury the dread I carry.
This reality's contorted and giving way exhausted to desires so caustic.
Giving in is the first step to sacriledge.
Not to a religion, saving messages for the floating bottle system.
Whimsical living the granted is given.
The wakeup call is missing, the young gun sons of liberty yell battlecries vigilantly at soundproofed glass.
Back to back with those on task, we may as well be concentrated concentration camps.
Considering how we react without action.
Philosophers swapping roles with soldiers and vice versa. Change comes slow passive or forceful. Hare or tortoise dimension-less moments with dimension-bound purpose.
I propose we think this in full.
Conformity is unnatrual, domination unrelaxing it's a taxing lot.
Synchronicitiy cloaked in chaos plot.
New beginnings in conceived stops. A goliath is disassembled and lost without the ground that wrought it.
Answers are sought but I think even the oppressor is a lost cause.
All of our flaws build a bridge to walk on.
We all choose to be combustible and view diffferences as obstacles.
Reinforcing distance with razor precision.
Complacent with our different visions.

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