motion isn’t possible;
it’s just an illusion.
time isn’t real;
it’s just the dismantling of everything.
to experience the ocean
take turns with every living thing
and drink it through the same straw
until every drop has been tasted.
that’s what you are,
and that’s what you’re here to do.
“set your mind on things above” it says
and all my friends and i decided what those things are
they’re the things that crush you down until we’re high enough compared to you
that anything beyond us is too far away for you to even see
and now that we are in the highest place that’s visible
you’ll follow us and serve us til you fade away to nothing
then we’ll go and find some more of you to give us what we want.
do you understand what you want?
or only what you want to want?
is what you really want the same as what you want to want
or are you only seeing what you want yourself to see?
what does not wanting to know what you want
say about what you want?
if you want it, you must know what it is,
and part of what you want is not to know.
whatever you know or don’t know about what you want
at least you know one thing:
what you want is absolutely what you’re trying to get.
freely given, freely taken
comfort, safety, home forsaken
now the water, now the night
now the blood and now the fight
fight until the break of dawn
for what’s to come and what is gone.
freedom calls out, but we didn’t hear
we gave our loyalties to fear
abundance flows, but we didn’t taste
it’s sinful, hedonistic waste
joy wells up, but we didn’t see
if you get some, there’s none for me
truth expands, but we didn’t know
for the rich man says it isn’t so
love ignites, but we didn’t feel
only worthless people need to heal.
never “hello,” or “mind if i come in?”
you barge in confidently
taking not just the best seat, but the best two
one for your body, the other for your muddy feet
placing drink orders like we exist to serve you
demanding to maintain a level of comfort no one else here has ever even wished for
chastising us for not meeting your desires by default
berating us because you don’t understand what we’re saying
but this is our house, and you weren’t invited
we were just talking about how to stop you
from doing this exact thing.
the place that I’m standing is the place from which i see
i see you standing there, but i don’t think you see me
you’re looking at a different person in the place that they would be
and the place you think I’m standing is the place from which I’d see
if I saw from there you figure what my view of you would be
and it gives you clues about the things to say to me
and the place that you’re standing is the place from which you see
you see me standing there, but you don’t think i see you
i’m looking at a different person and you don’t know who
because according to this angle nothing that i say is true
to get out
of this place.
it’s sweet until it eats your skin
erodes your bones til paper thin
and drops your carcass in the sea—
it’s sweet to some, but not to me.