cathshee

It is all Zen
Like it really is just strung together moments
my hands ache
and in the end I will be dust or carbon
maybe fueling my future childrens starship?
dream and strive we are all so bloated here
on being safe and being kept
by those we say we hate
those we rail against
I find laughter and joy
even in the face of factual doom
as if "Brazil" like it is all a dream
and really if you think too much?
we are all layed out on their slab
soylent green is people
soylent green is people
we are them they are us
all of it is circumstance and form
moment to moment
even here in this place that is not
the dream is undead
never quite alive never quite not
hold on my friend it is all almost over
hold on my love it will be alright
It is all before us now
All our Gods are dead.