new elements of comfort.
2005-08-28 11:28 a.m.
i am doing well, stationing myself onthe outskirts of existence
they've made this into a war
and i've had to comply
thank you, mother
thank you, father
thank you, life
everything i am
can be
replaced
in seconds
mass production society
filler, time taken just to take time
just to wear our lives out
we move atomic, subpartical revelations
bumping us into one another
but i really need you to listen
stop fighting back, i'm trying to make a connection
trying to bond
new elements of survival, i have
stationed myself in the direction
of no thing
the opposite of order
i have structured empty cells
in empty mountains, and even
dante didn't expect these layers
his suicides in trees
forgive me, for i am lukewarm and hard to swallow
god, in whom i do not believe,
these afronts are brought in your name -
these echoes of love, these promises of peace
that carry the telephone signal for miles
stop calling me, lord, i've embroidered my body
with your very presence
why ask me for more than what i have given?
the moment never makes enough
there's some hidden planning, some promise
unspoken - commitment
rings my head night and day
furnishing chest with its quick heartbeat
with its unstable rhythm
pour me out and put me back to sleep
i can bear no more, for i have born
all things upon the earth
in my sightless misery,
in my ceaseless longing to be free.