Sunday, September 2, 2018
Shattered Moments. by Scott Thomas Outlar
Numb, stoned, silence of paradise –
everything gray, perfect, and peaceful.
No worries, no confusion, no need
for anything other than the entropic void.
Sitting under the Buddha Tree in Eden’s Garden,
receiving a double dose of mythological conversions
sent straight from the archetypal source
into my well weathered consciousness;
some might say it’s a soul,
but actually it’s wavelength frequencies
of embedded DNA data points in the form of vibrations
humming across the electrical tendrils
of a synchronized, interconnected web of infinite light.
The spiritual physics of the matter
explain the manifest totality of the illusion.
A revelation, an epiphany, an aha moment
gets shredded by an unkind angle of perception
as my peripheral vision catches movement
from outside the holy triangulated circle.
I see color pulsing inward,
I see Order breaking down,
I see Chaos gearing up for the next war,
I see gene swarm in the primordial soup,
I see fire raging from the underbelly,
I see storms flowing from a wasted skyline,
I see dog eat dog in the cage fight,
I see evolution pressing forward at all costs,
I feel the intensity of pressure mounting…
and then my dream is shattered
as the shutters of reality are released.
The poison of the Beast World
floods my synapses and veins,
polluting the core of what I thought possible
and slamming me with a hard dose of reality.
There is no escape from the biting lashes
of truth’s harsh winds;
we came from the dirt, the ash, the mud,
the clay … we are created from out
this firmament … and so, too, shall
we stay here, live here, die here.
From the cradle of the crescent river
to the yawning grave where the worms wait –
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