| Title: | not to be understood |
| Posted On: | 2007-01-31 09:51:23 |
if i let this pen wander with my mind it is aimless.
let it go.
my purpose is purposelessness; i believe so completely in nothing that nothing itself is cast into oblivion
...everything emerges
...this illogic is my revolution.
as long as i remain senseless, incomprehensible, raving-lunatic-mad,
i can continue to offend the statis in society, the status quo (the fucking man).
to be so intrigued by absurdity that i am consumed and become absurd too.
to let the mundane ugly and the unispired be the divine of my semi-constructed reality.
how will i change the world?
by accepting that the world never changes; all of this we've seen before, all of this we'll see again.
people change... get fucked up.
how will i change the world?
i'm fucked up.
i let go.
if i let this pen wander...
i try to channel my love.
i try to visualize a luminous green that emanates from me into everything,
i try to imagine myself as colors and light
...i move beyond my body
i want to dissolve.
one more pill and i'll kill my mind,
then the great illumination- no more color, just light.
if i let this pen wander...
i want to write something dark but i am incapable of despair
faith killed fear.
there is no forever and nothing really matters;
not me and not this world
...grains of sand in a universe i imagine infinite
...i never stop imagining.
what do i believe in?
faith in what?
my imagination, my isolated reality,
the void i see when i close my eyes and try to look at the inside of my eyelids...
would i be crazy if i told you that sometimes the void spirals into a wormhole and i can travel through it at velocities that far exceed the potentials of human physiology?
...so this is astral travel
...but i have no idea where i am going and no idea of where i've been
...crazy.
but if you believe anything is possible.
children are wise.
behind my eyelids i find a cardboard box,
i climb in and fly to outerspace.
