Idle in front of you like gods full of
Judgment and torment…
Humming a hum that is silent yet dictates
Your body desires everything
To become something
And your crackling aches walk you
In through the front door,
To your lover or maybe past them
To the computer screen…
You fantasize about becoming
And that fantasy anchors back
To dreams you had
When you were quite young.
As if divinity implanted the desires into
A vulnerable you.
Surrounds the vortex that demands answers
That demands entertainment and wisdom…
Aching laughter throws up in your mouth
After every breathe and quietly
Pats the space between your legs…
Memories bloom like flowers that are just
The past turns into shades of black and white
Enriched and light
Powerful and silly…
Freedom haunts another intellectual cornered in a room…
He just doesn’t get it,
Starting right now
The room is no longer full of various people.
It is full of various rooms and,
Given your immense desire for life
For the stuff of life
There’s no time to become enlightened.
It has to happen right now so you
Break through the walls of each room like
Without a sound and
Bend warmth out of your soul.