Conversations Among the Ruins

The answers
to the questions
point the circle

outward - it's
a crooked
golden brick line.

I sleep too much
but there isn't sight
of this

anyway.
Did you ever make
it so far that you

forgot where you
started and what
you wanted? How

lost have you
gotten? What is
the circumference

of the circle measured
in meters? What kind

of shoes did you
buy for the journey
and what did you

replace the inside
of the box with?

Beatrice plays
the piano just the
same. Glass

box

doll. I remember
that young type
of love -

drunk on an
expressway when I
used that word/

the postal service
singing and I'm paying
an

astronomical toll.
It was winter and

there were zombie
flicks on TV. I

wish I
could remember
what I thought

when I was that age
where I
thought I was safe

but not good
enough for those
rooms with all of those

unusual shoes,
half off sangria pitchers,
shit pizza and

promoters.

Today the responsibility
of which I have chosen
for this life

looms over me.

"Coming into an
awareness" some might
say.

Because walking
with my eyes shut
tight

in the same circle
is starting to make
that path

too deep to get
out of. I found
my identity,

she shattered
like a piece of
glass show

fruit and I live
within that picture

as if nothing
ever

altered.

This is a very
short
period
in time

where an
enviornment
is provided

to experience
dualities of love

with hurt and
loss with "have."

Fear was never a
part of the plan,

fear was primarily
introduced as
caution however

now we are coated
in fear
as a result of
the machine that owns

the media in the name
of sales.

The planet was sold
and the revolution
is sinking. Three

weeks ago our
right to the fourth
amendment

was surrendered,
signed off
in a bill dubbed

"indefinite detention."

Hey! Military officials
can come to your house
and arrest you

and you will not have
a right to due process
or a trial.

The environment on
this planet was provided
as a cosmic playground

for spiritual growth except
cosmic law,

that's the shit that
holds the universe
together,

has been all but
discarded.

Here I am, living
in a time where
the very best

(highest vibration)

of humans functions
along with the

very worst
(lowest vibration)

and make up one
single organism.

Gaia. Which is being
destroyed.

Are you one of
those two hundred
thousand or so

watching the
noises in the night
on youtube?

Harmon sits
behind me in
shock.

"It's coming."
I say.

"You should
really let

people into
who you are."

He says back.

Penelope
snores

in disapproval
of it

all.