Conversations Among the Ruins

It's slightly awe
inspiring. When I get to
sit at home and

have a cry over a
video about
Burning Man.

I cried because
"Burning Man"

is not "Home" to me.
It is merely a tiny
inclination

of what life
in other places
in the universe

is really like.
I cried because
I am from somewhere

far greater
than any number
of Burns

combines.

Here people get
a personality and
emotions to go

with the Earth body
and
we are brought up

in this physical
Earth Body realm
of experience

in order to advance
a soul of light far
beyond my comprehension.

This is basic
knowledge. Writing it

to those that don't
understand it
just sounds crazy, like I'm

Maria in the
Counting Crows video
Round Here.

The more you
learn - Be careful who and
what you say to what and

who is what
I have been taught.

You will be so alone
is what I have been

taught. And I understand
this.

I am amongst a species
so advanced with it's scuds
and nukes and tracking devices
that we have no fucking

idea where we come from
or where we're going and
evolution is an ape followed

by a question mark - it's
laughable. But I love
the scientists and artists,

the soul dancers and the
bored girls selling candy
behind a local counter.

I love the tortured and
the young, the ones dying in
beige Toyota Camerys in

the same traffic
pattern every day because

they think life has passed.
I love the lost sprites that
wear hippy headbands and

knee high boots. I love
the bosses and the slaves,
the engineers and the ones

that think
they are the most
alone.

I love the killers and
the murdered, the runners

and the stuck of all
ages. For my spirit,

being on Earth
is parallell

with living
in Las Vegas.

It's a small dirty town
in the midst of a downward
landslide. Where people

make money off of
every aspect of
shadow but

the sun
is the most bright
and gold in the morning

too. Because I had to
learn to teach myself
to see it that way.

I am not from here.
I will not stay here.

But it will matter.
It will matter and I

will learn.