Like a
bad habit
I ease back into holographic
mode
with it's subtle fields
and not so subtle forms that
prick like thorns and bleed
like blood.
Who am I to think that I'm the
One?
Am I?
Subtle feelers probe
like a psychic seeking
lost keys.
I poke the past like a body
with my mind
at where I've been
for something I thought I left
behind.
It's an experiment.
Am I dead?
Fire first seen looks interesting
to touch
like a world first imagined
appears
inviting enough to live in...
I see a city where the houses
are built
on fault lines and blame.
The sky is filled with simulated
light and darkness.
Infants cry like they're moving
though
some ritualistic transformation
towards elusive wholeness...
Another ego child birthed from
unwillingness,
nothing more.
Karmic tape recorder plays back
memory
on tape, etched in magnetic
body fields
that record and store pain,
swirled with pleasure,
replaying emotional reruns on
circuit paths
embedded in brain and astral
body.
It's like watching a rerun on
the meditative channel.
I was watching a rerun on the
meditative channel.
A mutant gene splits and passes
on it's error
and I learn to be abusive by
being abused.
Psychic DNA.
But one day I tripped
on the plug to the holoworld
and like parlor trick magic
dispelled
when viewed from behind
there's a wizard that pulls
sticks
and manipulates scenes
the way puppeteers animate marionettes,
...they wiggle but they're dead.
That's not us...
Nailed to the matrix
where flesh and spirit fuse,
servants to an alien construct
injecting coded strands
of information and experience
into auric eggs to reproduce
and evolve neural circuitry
wired to sea horse spine
treading in fluid.
Ever faithful to it's master's
intent
it carries it's rider
through an ocean of magnetic
cosmic glue
charged with sub-atomic particles
and molecular blocks of imagination.
They twirl like galaxies on virtual
axles
before they split apart and
return back to nothing,
...virtually nothing
matters.
The closer you look without or
within,
either way...
You can see that cohesion is
a spirit
that evaporates like desert
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