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litmus

Jan 18, 2021
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It isn’t the reasons you are seeing, only the aftermath of the antecedent. It isn’t the fire you are feeling, only sudden sirens banging old Pavlov’s gong. It bangs away on the brains and the bones, the endless collisions and the joy buzzer shocks. The ghost is always a given. The blood paints the walls and the ceilings. There is an exchange of blues, a shift between street and sky, the entity spilling with glory and shadow chakras opening in threes and fives. The day draws the curtains, hanging heavily and spitting sunshine across the deepening hues of heaven. The moments pressed in paper, waiting to save their grace. The blessings of the earth and ocean, the bones of the ancestors and the animal graces. Remember to make the appropriate notation.

You step from void to void, formless and giving form, the senses shaken upside down to declare the there. You wake to the iteration, you glim the previously on cribs, get the gist as you again fit the parameters as you feel them. The limits always another skin to fit in, the dream always stains the day. The world a series of yes ands and say sos, the self a palace and a prison. You knew it from the name you’ve taken. You know it from the crown you chose. It never hurts to have a safe word. It’s always good to keep a code. You never know when you might need to know you’re the you you say you are, and not just another variation on the form.

Me? I’m just the forms all filled in wrong. Me? I’m the answer to a question that was tragically misunderstood. The incarnation a precious obsolescence, the franchise never catching on. This premature burial, this rushed dissolve. An old man in the fade of day, sitting on a porch, all sermon and no mount. The stranger and the scuff marks of perception, waiting for a test of the word. A guardian at the gate of yesterdays that never were, an echo of a probability that did not occur, filling in the fuse box with heavy magics and vaudeville gaffes. Among the unlovable outliers in a crowded pantheon, defaced and nameless. The witnessed manifest dependent on the test.

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