Bring Out Your Dead
Pausing at the precipice to listen
Can it stop now What you’ve heard about the election                can it stop now What you’ve heard about them                can it stop now What you’ve heard about the war                can it stop now What you’ve heard about your mother                can it stop now What you’ve heard about the future                can it stop now Go within                deep within The sarcophagus of self                of the Self Allow the death to occur                of ideas                of conditioning                of belief                of identification                                and identity Hear the ancestors sing hear the unborn babies cry                with glee                or terror All Saint’s Day is nigh                let it all burn Place it gently in the sacrificial fire                give it to the funeral pyre Compost that shit. It’s old                so old Allow the mulchification                the transmogrification The crack between worlds is chasmic                The primordial orgasmic                                Scream Howl, I say. Howl.                Absolutely no one knows                What tomorrow may bring Remain curious, ungrasping The ancestors are calling you                Bring out your dead
made me pause and read it line by line to digest it properly. Thank you for shaking up my day some.
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