Those little things
in match boxes
I realized were not for me
just made me go unconscious
it was time to wake up
even if it took a punch in the head
to make me become conscious
Yes, she told me to go and see
what I could find
seconal, tuinal, meperidine
even discovered with soma
the future could be told
saw then there was more than meets the eye
for some reason I was meant to survive
I don’t process like the others
perchance it was the fall
a death escaped at the age of 2
maybe the waves took a different circuit
what is it all for
a story perchance to be told
children to be born
for life beyond me to take form
for the spirit to become manifest
and the flesh to be stripped
to flee its constraints
the evil still pursues
and this the message
holds true
from its grip
we must always flee
most importantly to tear its claws
from me
to see it raw in its deeds
to leave it be
to step aside
and let it fly by
unvarnished
and bare exposed for what it is
a stepping stone
to dare not tread
for the forest there within
chokes and claims its take
Root not in me
these vines were cut long ago
yet I know your kind
and what your aim is
to settle in and take hold
come not my way
the chains that destroy
to turn asunder
and rent the veil
where material gain
is a cloak I shall not wear
be not as the pharisees
speaking dribble
and babbling to catch a foot
in its snare
this way is a passing through
for those who avoid traps to play the fool
8/25/2018