Systems Engage:
and not a shiny soul-mined
compacted piece of carbon kind
but rather the crazy interlocking
synaptic mechanisms popping and locking
in janky timing
like and open-mic white kid emcee who hasn't mastered rhyming,
truckin' in cattleloads of
bull-shit-dramady-ain't-gettin-you-nowhere-
enzymatic goo
to your fingertips n eyelash ends,
tippy-toes
and elbow bends
signalling an all-systems-go in
5-4-3-2..........1
blast off!
to beaten down weathered paths
super-known territories
you, your shadow, your id (and your id's kid)
and all your mental posse
revisiting a cyclical , ground hog day (ground hog day, ground hog day, ground hog day)
self-imposed purgatory,
dusting up this trail until
you could make teacups in your mouth with your tongue as the throwing wheel,
walking it so many times your moccasins are your
footpads,
and your boots are your
heels.
etching at the strata creating a GOD DAMNED GRAND CANYON of repetitive dysfunction in your
psyche,
until you marionette your head up,
check the position of venus and polaris
and realize you just. might. be.
the very damn map maker who
refuses to see that your world is round,
and your world includes YOU!
your choices, your evolution,
and the sound
of your intronaut clicking the orange buttons, and radio-ing for clearance,
"Ego 1: request for drama to make an appearance?"
