Senseless Void

Prepare the journey
from the shadow to eye,
a spasm - a moment to breathe, and to deny
the murmur and the memory
and all that exists
But, what exists beyond skin
beyond sin.  What is the wind, what has been
and what will be. 

  slip slip drip
  hypnogogic ego
 

The sun sets like the final dregs
of evening coffee, spilled across the table
another mood, and another unstable prayer
I am, I am what
but the lonely ego drifting - so lazily
spread out on the surgeon's table
spread out in the tomb
Iti s the beginning, the end, the black day
in which the wind says everything
and has nothing to say
I heard it from the wind, the child cried
calling from the mountain

I heard it from the wind

I heard the world is ending
and nothing makes sense
spread out, like blissful rapture

  slip slip drip
  hypnogogic hallucination

the.out.of.body.experience.we.live.in.
is.a.state.of.brain.death
whoosh
whee


thud

I heard the seraph cry
the lotus died, the lotus died
and now God is dead too

and the world makes no sense
the world exists to exist
with clockwork fashion, clockwork black
back from forward, front to back
with a million words spoken
read backward, for the muddled Jesus
rising from the mud

the world makes no sense