amongst the waves, the poor souls (center
of my personal sin) rebel. the bloody rebel!
one can see rebelling because of suffering.
one can see rebelling because of the earth.
why rebel when you have all of the power?
painting the walls is so costly these days.
why the cost? why the bother? why for why?
i can see rebelling because of love.
would you lie upon me in the earth?
the fading reality is marching close; spent
on the broken earth beneath our feet. shall
we become excessively close and charge up
each electron between us, the wave will break
upon the glistening beaches of my soul. let
the mood incline to divine terms and praise!
being without, i am rich, but also poor; oh my soul!
the hours count toward us so we can feed…
feed on one another in slow rage and passion
that builds to this pulsing paradise that is somewhere.
the background thump you feel in the air
is my heart beating and pumping the blood
to every single part of your tingling body.