STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

Forensic evidence
Shows repentance
Not known
Not now
Far off
How?
Karmic
Kismet
Meetings
Played out
Feelings
Agreements made
And forgotten
In moment
Not sought
Seekers
Have no meaning
Not here
So near
So close
Under nose
Orchestrated
Scripted
But stripped
Of cliff notes
Groping in dark
Your wandering not lost
Wondering
And yearning
Soul level learning
Stomach churning
Fear not
One ought
To know
Where they go
But we don’t
Normalcy
Need not equate
To transparency
Locked off views
In other room
Not for you
Later locks
Unwind
And open
For now
Your forgotten
Destiny
And freedom to be
The character
With fetters
Is perfect
It’s worth this
Until standing
In ovation
Has landed
And you make it
I’ll be there too
Beside you
Supporting actor
Another factor
In your fiction
Such friction
Makes such
Good story
Culminating
In your glory
Take heed now
Take your bow
Then keep on
Acting out
At least
For now
Absurdist
Existential
But not
Anti-natal
It’s fine
To each
Their own line
To make
A plot is needed
To make for
Good reading
And the obituary
Will be
Most interesting
Not all for not
Oh how we fought
Metaphysical
Philosophy of mind
Is all mine
And yours
What a score
When finally we see
A most subjective
Reality
From pure potential springs
A truly curious thing
This seeing
This being
Mereological
Nihilism
A new epistemology
Is needed
In order
To heed this
Like snapping out
Of a delusion
Found out
Rationale
Moved in
Clicking in brain
Pineal gland
Opens up
Decalcifies
No longer shut
Such as
In
Timeless
And spaceless
Zen
This quantum
Net
Snaps at the seams
No longer it seems
Like a convincing
Dream
More like mild
Imagination
Of child
All the while
Becoming
And being
Made up meaning
Flow state
Cleaning
Back to
Clean slate
Make a date
With fate
Contemplate
Mind wide open
And flayed
Displayed
On the mantle
From net untangled
Thoughts rule
Not
And rue
Your day fraught
With plot holes
And buckshot
Smoking gun
Is you’re the one
Who opted in
In first place
Perhaps you
And me
From another time
And dimension
Of being
How freeing
To see things
This way
Whether true
Or crazy
It is leveled
In bubbles
Bursted of
Objective meanings
Hearse ride
To the funeral
Of general
Knowledge
Of definitions
No longer
Serving the purpose
Of what is needed
Must sneak this
Through
The gap
And snap
Fingers to start
Wake the giant
Smell salts
If necessary
Need not tarry
To live
You are married
To the
Narrative
There is fulfillment
Not from divorce
But from
Reality’s undoing
An annulment
From resistance
Is what is
Insistent
Ultimate
Philosophical bots
And non
Player characters
Supporting cast
Fade fast
Take your ensemble
Those around you
They are it
Real companions
The champions
Of your
Curtain call
Curtsy and bow
You who live
Only in the now
Quantum science
Is dying
To proclaim
The same
And say
Cosmic
Stir fry
Is the way
Cooked
Micro waves
Vibrations
Light speed
Spaceship
Hyper-speed
Through the gate
Relativity
Evens out
Relatively
Rouse great doubt
Tally it up
Take last putt
Hole in one
Wormhole vortex
Blackhole corpus
Event horizon
Sorcerer
Tied score
Daunting still
Maybe
But
Haunting
No more
We are
What we
Were
Before born
And after
Again
Timeless
Space-less
Zen
Stardust
Cosmic seeded
Forgot-who-was-steering
Cattle herded
Steers
And milking
The universe
For all that it’s worth
Have you not heard?
This is
Just the comic
Dance
Of light
And shadows
Fanciful
Playing
Merely
Looking in the mirror
By chance

So fast
Let’s slow down

What was it just now?

That was aroused?

Holy cow

Forget this

Gibberish

And teach someone to fish

It can’t all be like this

Let’s break through this Oligarchy

And finally see

Boy and girl scouts’ fruition

Our innocent intuition

That we are all frauds

Just all taking on

Characters to play

Lost in the roles

Makes right time to cajole

Each other from deep slumber

Time to honor the mother

The homecoming reunion

Could quell the feuding

World War 3

The sequel, could just plain be

Cancelled if the box office

 

Falters, if not enough

 

Line up

 

To continue the played out drama

 

Let’s write a new story

 

Beyond Whigs and Tories

 

Tea parties can turn into

 

Just drinking tea and conversing

 

This is the note of

 

An idealistic wannabe socialist

 

Democratic aggressive progressive

 

And pacifistic war-hawk breaking

 

Through free speech hating

 

The stream of consciousness flows regardless of the old gaurds’ death throws

 

Us urban cowboy friends of hippies and hipsters will stay in the middle ground, the way of sustaining a most human way

No need for your trickle down effect, clogged up at CEO bonuses, everyone knows it is bogus and social stratification leads to divided nation states with slave wages

Stay on your stoop gargoyles

Enjoy the coup, your plans foiled

Word soup

This is hard boiled

Time to blast off

Back to the friend zone

Shut down the engine

Sleep and recharge

Fuel the barge

Pushing oil tankers

Lining pockets of bankers

But

Until honeypot

Faces off with despot

Sweet dreams

Sleep well

 

 

And fear not

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