An orgy of cut-off sentences and remembrances
That wages war on the reticence of innocents
And makes energetic imbeciles out of languid ignorance
Your reality; your truth is a splayed narrative of incidents
That formed your perspective, and your paradigm is ineffective
Attempts at dialectic fizzle into hectic vectors
Pinging in the incorrect direction and betraying your inflection
The incentive and motive behind all your earthly friendships
Lips pursed in sour facial expressions to throw off
those who would doubt the sincerity of your existence
Terminal solemnity, the type that establishes your dignity
As you tread the path of Cain, unable to parry blame
Problems taste sweeter at the moment of collapse
When we relapse into recognizing innate knowledge
And leap through foliage - a nod at ancestral practices
A retracing of our genetic imperative to digest our surroundings
To construct tools, to construct living spaces, to construct language
To implement the tidings of culture and weld together a bastion
Of human empire, the arc of time shows a brilliant display
Lights springing forth from the immense darkness - the celestial prison cell
We were our own jailers and all it took was a clink in our mechanisms
To liberate the covenant of man - the creation of abstractions
We imbued ourselves with timeless principles: freedom, justice, and nobility
And so we too became devoid of time, we smashed our inner clocks
Like Luddites in endless pursuit of nebulous immortality
Some form - some forgotten form would make itself known
If only we plodded on for an hour longer, if only we were saints
Instead of savages chipping at bone-meal for milk white marrow
Sluicing, stripping, sexually dominating the dirt beneath our cracked heels
Thrusting square hands into the squalid earth and negotiating terms of agreement
We made the fated trade; the compact between man and land - beads for all
With my possessions in tow: a trunk of nostalgia, a jaundiced frame, and acrimony
I careen against the tide - the flow of convention
I lay against the tracks
I wait for the 3:30 connection to some local station
See the globe of light stalk nearer
I follow myself into the endless jig; the eternal ink stain
To construct tools, to construct living spaces, to construct language
To implement the tidings of culture and weld together a bastion
Of human empire, the arc of time shows a brilliant display
Lights springing forth from the immense darkness - the celestial prison cell
We were our own jailers and all it took was a clink in our mechanisms
To liberate the covenant of man - the creation of abstractions
We imbued ourselves with timeless principles: freedom, justice, and nobility
And so we too became devoid of time, we smashed our inner clocks
Like Luddites in endless pursuit of nebulous immortality
Some form - some forgotten form would make itself known
If only we plodded on for an hour longer, if only we were saints
Instead of savages chipping at bone-meal for milk white marrow
Sluicing, stripping, sexually dominating the dirt beneath our cracked heels
Thrusting square hands into the squalid earth and negotiating terms of agreement
We made the fated trade; the compact between man and land - beads for all
With my possessions in tow: a trunk of nostalgia, a jaundiced frame, and acrimony
I careen against the tide - the flow of convention
I lay against the tracks
I wait for the 3:30 connection to some local station
See the globe of light stalk nearer
I follow myself into the endless jig; the eternal ink stain
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