A seemingly
fatal mistake when some of us forget
we are created, by the substances
the same molecules
which were collected in the early formations
of the planet

The water of ancient oceans
the same hydrogen dioxide  that accounts
for most of our bodies
particles from the outwardly
less organized edge of expansion
when we were undefined
besides our starting order
interaction, function, structure
this spinning that sustains all life

somewhere hidden
in the archetypes of existance
is the, orgiastic, shamanistic
community at one
with their universal self
in a symbiotic relationship
with its ecology
utilizing their capacity
to sense electromagnetic fields, fluctuating
emanating from the ionosphere, the gaian mind
interwoven in a sea of tranquility before it solidifies

alone, we were told
to reject our participation in nature
the dark ages imprinted on our
mimetic and philosophical, memory and minds
fantasy into spirituality, poisoning our magick
where told the love is unrequited that
madness loves the adventurous 
for with out the science of the ancients
appreciating the real, the present
accepting this gift, that we do not know
in awe of the mystery
wonderment of the beauty
lost, crawling through the dark
misdirection of our greatest qualities
repressed by consistent pollutants

our strength lays not in our physical power
but in our intellectual and creative ability
however our balances may be
our greatest love is not for superficial beauty
but in our deeply rooted  connection to ecology
however vampirical we may be

i was sifting through the newspaper
exaggerated my mind floating down the river
staring at the empty cupboards
does gaining my sanity entitle me to loosing my creativity
my greatest fear is to never again feel inspiration
find myself in old age without ever taking a chance
never to once again experience passion i once had
lost for the sake of removing myself out of the sway of lifes pendulum
i chose being numb to maintain the status quo of sanity
normality is slowly fading away from reality
to a constructed member of society
rigid, homogeneous, yet beautiful as all is
inescapable and confining
as any creature caged against its free will  

so remind me of postcards
of moths that flutter by in a moment of flight
projected from a street light
to shadows of untold love
dire attraction frightfully paralyzing
unrequited seeking to worship through mesmerism
the inspiration that sets in motion metaphysical participation
that i may find the middle ground
between wild and wreckless
indifference and conspicuous
socially accepted vestigial and auspicious
ways of living