One bottled mess of incapacitation. Caffeine, alcohol Doubled over stimulation. All the wiles of the world haughtily distilled into one aching presence: the puerile phallus. The catalytic reaction removed and we could play remorse. Empty weapon.
They make me wonder whos in the drivers seat. They make me wonder, wonder where that seat is.
Some say [and by some I mean me] its a control issue; a question of dominance and direction a subset ascendancy fought through every level of life from the nucleic right to the global, arguably, even subatomic.
I shut my eyes and see the constant struggle for definition and segregation; the electron and positron collide - evil and good and I once wondered where it came from [note the air of self-derision], evil and good that is; this milk white line on a newly laid asphalt river.
We cant even agree on a subatomic level. Balance is pro tem. There exists something bigger, something larger than our understanding. Its a concept of well-ordered chaos. We, as a race, as an organism, are self-destructive and self-reproductive like, even, inanimate modality. We are bedlam yet we struggle evermore to define and understand what is inescapably vast and beyond. Bedlam tries to elucidate bedlam; I feel a chuckle welling up inside me.
Perhaps, herein lies the key to creation theory. The big bang seems risibly scant [there is a reason why that word bears striking resemblance to scat] even in stark comparison to notions of deification. Why we try to quantify and envelope will always go beyond me. We have to tear down to build up, we have to play in the dark to understand. And the one things that is ineffable, which I will expound no less, is that this unbalanced balance is the way it will always be. Its a pity that it cannot be realized.
So meet me in the middle of the park. Well quit the merry-go-round and stop all the circles. So meet me in the middle of the teeter-totter and well stand hand in hand as we fall.
We should get together sometime and tell stories.
I would love to do that, though I must tell you, I write far better than I speak.