There is no one holy there at the door
just flickering lights going nowhere
a bunch of airplanes that were stars
that were explosions that are everything
Now and Again they pretend to comment
when I pray to a fallen monument
I don’t know what to do; as they continue to worship the water; I sit here and I wonder if it’s holy anymore. Following galaxies in circulation
those complex conspiracies like who rules the nation?
Today all the colors run
No more broken promises a head full of fire; I raise my fists
burn the flag for the ministry the pacifists are no longer passive
we became the hurricanes that took you down from up high
I died to this on Valentine’s Day
we were the crazies at the edge of the 21st century
with a bedroom full of knives
and a center through which we were out of order
so nervous on our borderlines.
Lights alert with laser sharp idealism putting words into dysfunction
like an earthquake ripping open the world’s foundation
I pray to these fallen statues of forever I don’t know what to do;
as they continue to worship the water;
I sit here and I want it back
I wonder if it’s holy anymore.
They run against a black background a naked culture for conditioning
terrible ; ugly ; vulnerable
within a soundless display disruptive and unstable; uprising
apostatized and rhetorical machinations unified through a major key.
I drifted; spiraling and conspiring
against the conspirators of the wiring
imagining creation- as my body began morphing again. I entered the shallow waters and took over the hologram
and took over the hologram freeing the son of Sam.
He’s on heavy chronic, re-writing their wrongs with forgotten songs
for their armies; his loyalties
matriculated and loaded with righteous religiosity.
She breathes life through entropy in this phototropic embassy
full of such negative space
She fabricated; diagrams of his kind of reality; worshiping the whispers
laying their forgotten bodies. Laying down as he raised the dead
from her miserable frown
their wings so broken; they were imaginary and my words so infinite and majestic
now an impossible possibility.
What of it all now that you were
in another black box simulation too unrealistic to recreate
just wishing less of this what was the point of being here
where was it that I was before echoing some kind of reminder
of all wanted to be
they keep following us, amazed
meanwhile tables were turning on
you and me
for we were the ones who braved it all
for the century before the fall