the point of view: you could say the individual breathing / always / a product dash
function of existing structures /systems - that is above and beyond - the beauty of
small dreams and salutations // and this we say holds like a fish bowl in God's hands //
yes what to do? - you can be one with the great nothing of forms or stand apart outside
the old movie theatre / in the darkness and the lonely lights (talking to the girl in the
ticket box - who could just be you a chromosome or two removed) / so / in logic action
is based on negation / this is the pure deal / no content or substance to glug up the works
(clear vision has nothing to do with existence)
if so / the rational / ethical / and the only move in nature is against /
(this does not answer your question) the emptiness is the source the place to return to
of spirit - it is the ground of not
the responsibility for the world is in your fingertips / beyond / there is no account -
the sky has only colour / you cannot touch
and to this dilemma of being conscious - of what cannot be embraced - you can only
adopt a character for the play and watch from the back row how it goes / the careless
heart is a great defence and for the most part fool proof / the seeker of knowledge is
always deluded and well received at the moment / contempt the lasting impression out
in the farmlands where every face is welcoming / hey there neighbour // the
possibilities are quite endless good and evil just the different forms nature uses / for
the pointless endeavour of continuance (fortunately from the inside we are all
drowning in significance)
universals are concrete and have no centre of consciousness - so / the quaint think they
can vote in or out the powers that be - and the disinclined imagine a glory of
destruction / the revolution starts now - only to find after the party the masks have just
been swapped or somewhat re-drawn / new divisions where there were once old
enmities (you can get really sick of the whole story especially the puppet heads of
history)
on the other hand the idea that you have control over anything but your thought is one
of those necessary illusions that makes sanity a reasonable prospect / and every one can
enjoy the street party - well let's face it who wouldn't step into the bar and stay for a
decade?
don't mean to Ryle ya but category mistakes are necessary / to keep various continents
of reality semi-connected - otherwise it would just be the chaos of windowless
monads and girls with no morals
first up pain / you would imagine / is indubitable (ought to stop the slide into
nothingness very quick smart ) - and but for an argument of necessity or recurrence
this would be the end of it / a foundation for consciousness and a definition of evil -
the two for one option (just think of the 3d geometric contortions your soul has been
put through or you put it through over the years of faces and limbs and tell me you
don't believe in cause and effect sweetheart)
and so the beast / the horror in sunlight (beauty is indefinable and black)
at any point // space / time co-ordinates - the mesh / the matrix / the grip -
as if to make order // - the imposition you know is false (before any dream)
the fix on eternity for every thought and action (necessary)
in desperation / always
a way forward
a road / through
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2008.
all rights reserved.
road songs 4. killer press.
