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“…Light Dominion Over Gravity.”

“I am Coyote-Old-Man. 

My medicine is strong, 

I am not afraid.”

-Coyote-Old-Man

Why do we always begin with a platitude 

and end with a cliché.

While our dreams flee the rising sun 

And chase their shrinking shadows west into tomorrow

we approach each other light 

Wave 

Beam

Wave 

Beam

Wave

Beam

Reflect from grey green orbs

Ringed within rusting daggers

Yield to rationalizations 

Before epiphanies novelty crumbles and falls

Into disillusioned burnt sienna 

Globes of greater gravity

Ghost dance of smoke from the two great pyres

Why do we martyr ourselves secretly

In our separate minds

While prostituting our ideals to convention

Then complain sweetly about the difficulty 

of crucifying oneself

Why do we lie our whole lives on crosses made of air

Like homeless bums panhandling 

on a suburban intersection

Sad beggars eyes full of longing 

For the perpetual peace of the dreamless sleep

A lone request to passing strangers and friends

To be patriotic god fearing citizens

And hammer in the third nail 

Finally we can go home to oblivion

Why do we bury ourselves alive

Only to be hurled at light speed into the hematite hued magnetic darkness 

Until our atomic hearts collide 

Revealing the charmed lies bound 

in strange loves’ ulterior motifs 

Our mad science seeks irrational theories 

Of unification’s’ grandeur delusions 

While we perform psychic open heart surgery 

On our savior 

Ourselves

Why do we regurgitate 

In a futile attempt to extinguish 

the eternal flame of sacred hearts

I am not Pavlov and you are nobodies’ bitch 

Why do we want 

What we do not have until we have it 

And discover we do not want it. 

Always there will be the wanting.

Why do we drag everyone of yesterdays tragedies into todays’ joy 

Why do we have total recall 

Of pains spectres until our happiness 

Becomes a lost memory shackled to our sorrow

Why do we box the resurrected shades 

Of discarded fools and lovers 

Forgetting we reincarnate 

Pure 

Light

Why do we force feed our fears to the beloved 

With alien neurosis

And repeat ourselves when we are not history

Lamenting the flesh rather than praising our spirits

Afraid time will pass us by in the fast lane of life

Afraid of our own inevitable evolution

Afraid of the next revolution

Afraid of being 

Times slave

Gravity’s whore

Afraid that what we have 

Will one-day sacrifice ‘the sacred for the profane’ 

“missing the substance grasping at the shadow”

True seeing through every Barbie doll glamour

All artifice discarded 

We finally remember to surrender to each other

Why do we always begin with emancipation 

and end with our “…light dominion over gravity.”

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