Circling the Zero

Let loose

like a chance

– at least to be –

to fumble and suffer

of causality and synchronicity alike

to the detriment of the zero hour

where we went to recoil

having unlearned the painful lesson

of having been

and as such accepted in full

as if granted

that I was there

– here

until I finally remember again

The mercy of the world

that grants everything

an equal place

in the whole

and a presence

mutually true

in the context

of the body

each an organ,

tumor or a parasite

Let ring like the echo

forever declining

sound

that can't by definition

reach silence

but chime in

in this emptiness

where every smallest ripple

has the same messianic presence

(also called panic)

Dissonant Discourse

– ho-hum of chaos

still like a constant

singular digit

concurrent next to none

the schizoid self

and its enthropic will

Parading unrecognized

in an abyss

of mirrored sameness

and scream in panic

at this solitude of being

or calm down, pray

talk to nothing

and mediate

to each and everyone

The Same Absolute Void

A Paradox of unquantifiable qualities

layered and coiled,

open to further dimensions,

let loose

by the antithesis of authority

The Bullshit, their excuses

that are no more valid

than anything you could come up with

to save a face that was false to begin with

because none of us knew anything

in the beginning

all our claims of righteousness

are equally absurd

and we have no justice

unless we make it together.

Alone, each of us must confess

that we dreamed it all up.

And each of our successes

was a chance

for our successors

to make use

of what we lay waste

conquering the conditions,

the present moment, the now

The Background, constants,

the quantum presence

out of which we have this

monumental body of limitations,

contextually defined order

we inherit without asking

the physis, wherein and how

we work and toil

to make our dreams real

– The Void we come from.