one step back
searching for something
looking side to side and far ahead
I see steadfast drummers
hear them keeping a beat whilst drumming
if we ever get out of here
somehow get out alive
if some stunning miracle
helps us
finding a secret way
though in reality
none of us shall survive
in bed with my dreams
sleeping with my nightmares
all these phantasms
myths and fables I dream
all those enabling prayers
I often think and say
if only we knew
how to hold
our devout whale breath
diving beneath the passive surface
why have two massive eyes
staring from the backs of our heads
trying to find ourselves
hoping to see ourselves
in some other replicated place
discover somehow
after each ordained death
we are somehow still alive
if resident desire
is what drives us
so is there a blessed way
to transgress and still live
or should we simply give up
extract ourselves from this morbid rat race
this racetrack is horrid to so many of us
we wake each day
feeling squarely forgotten
thinking we should be rounded
somehow we're forever lost
wishing we were always grounded
if each new feral dawn
would errantly be simple
plainly speak to us
in tongues we understand
remind us to wake up
scurrilously kick us out of bed
push us to go and play
perhaps we'd find this world
a much better place
a blue and green goddess planet
where punctual love would be
so functional and pleased to stay
but our unctuous imperfections
perilously have let us down
we take one step forward
at times each rumbling foot
tumbling in different directions
we should pause and wait
before we fall and stumble
perhaps take two steps back
while we continue searching
for something we severely lack
though cognitively we aren't
sincerely if not ever truly humble
cobble all those rough roads
calm those ravaging waves
track all those turbulent oceans
restack all those submergent seas
depth upon depth upon partial depth
not even the tactful sun king
can bodily stop us
refrain from diving deep
staunchly withhold the dark and bloody
we're digging eight foot graves
maybe if we supportively listened
purportedly much more closely
enjoy sacred flights
with all those blessed birds
share sacrament
with those sacred buzzing bees
perhaps we wouldn't
keep falling down
blindly trip like Jack and Jill
ending up with broken crowns
learn to bandage gaping wounds
relocate dislocated heads and knees
finally when God finds us
hiding away and inculcated
allowing us to open
our unfocused eyes
permitting us
another ten trillion breaths
cotillion before we finally shed this mortal guise
dance with God's immortal disguise
grow wholesomely old together
until we finally bother to die
perhaps all those
uncertain steps we take
rocking back and forth
maintaining so much hurting
discourteously we're mocking everywhere
maybe we could
envision a better world
one we're all truly stalking
how would you
make a happier
less fucked up world
so much more loving
less mucked up
a planet where peacefully
we all caress life and living
being simply joyful
where we all coexist
a place where all the old and youthful
compassionately care
dare and daring do
imagine life
lit up by a mesmerizing flame
enlightened with a beautiful flare
days and nights where good
is perfectly certain and  always true
a wondrous place
where we all spectacularly care

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