“Flow my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled forever let me mourn;
Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.” …by Philip K. Dick
Watch and look—to see—or be—those—little spirits’—‘round-about’—a Celtic gale—clench rail—too high—to ride—tops-of-salt-seas—storm breeze—and—‘to-fro’ days of light—before darkness dawns—and falls again… And! How many atoms required—to shadow cast? Does protection always equal servitude? Is democracy the worst form—of government—except—for all the others? Mind shift—to mind drift—if objectively—thoughts objective exist—without confines of mind’s twirl or swirl—when world—structures-cause-pause—property-objects-subjects—to unrequited senses—failure-to-notice or interest loss—just after—occurrence—at once—appear and fade away—as quick as daylight—lights—a losing way? News-then-commercial-then-news-then commercial—‘til—channel switch—dim—mind search—to next second—then lost. Surround—a system of gold—or surround—a system of water—then ‘lots of gold—around here’—or—‘lots of water here’—either equal—with or without eyes-to-see or minds-to-be…So! Meanings-of-most—are not always—mind sides’—ride or slides. Are quantities—also same?
Issues external—internal sensed—derived—from reliability source—or sourced—sorted—through—truth search—lurch—internally structured—reach—teach or bleach—amid throngs—of wrongs—and torn—into snow-white right—lily white—lie—either dismissed—accepted—rejected—corrected—into—inside-out applicability—or not—workable until altered—internally-externally—prior to exposed or imposed upon—the confusion of mass-squeak-speak…What-righteous—ride—when whispers—smiles and sighs—and quiet nods—wood-would—be better-eh? And! Does protection always equal servitude?
When—brain knows—humanities’ finest moments…Love—Peace—Touch—and—Trust…No charges or gains or losses—Flashes between the realities—of reality—and those sweet spaces—just an instant prior—then lips touch—co-mingled breath—warms the cold—evening air. A rational—response—to rational—insanity. A second—when no one stares into empty space—without—noticing starlight’s—star bright—and—starships passing between—light-speed and arrival—silently appear. When everyone—everywhere—and—in-all-places— between skies—ground—realize—what we do not have—does not mean—anything… Feeling color—through both eyes—and—with our fingers. Hearing—a lover’s voice—touch our heart— before—substance becomes words—of meaning-or-reason-or-another—notion. When silence—so—completely fills all senses—with thunder and noise—and—music and notes—chaotic—or symphonic—simplicity—as duality ceases—and singularity—melts into universal polarity—and— truth. And! Does protection always equal servitude?
When the—you-of-me—becomes—a-never-ever—enemy-mine—and the boarders—between living and dying—fade away—as the greed-of-destruction—destroy—the greedy nations—of earth-sky—and—trades—of imbalanced—balance—earth-ceases—and—decreases—the rich-or-the-poor—or—the education of stupidity or—the ad infinitum of—better-me-than-you-god meaner-than your god—my way and your way—is not—a direction apart—instead—just another direction…Are we—not all travelers—scattered across—someplace-somewhere? We are not timed—or blessed—or wonderful—or gifted—or fortunate—or meant-to-be a ‘something else’— without a price-tagged-branded-commodity—of enhanced—steroidal—surgically modified—blast of cartoon fashion—or lip-stick mouths—pouted and mounted—on another pictured—perfect and—replicated glossy—imitation of sport manned—model swished—dish of corruption—with a splash—dash of hopeless—and—fanatic—fantasy. And! Does protection always equal servitude?
The Us-of-all—people—of a—sweet twirl—whirl—of world—We are not—-names of—branded folks—or—slaves-to-the–wages of—our governments of violence—or—infections—of a thousand—virulent religious markets—scattered among the blood—of people-speak. Remember! Magical hands fill quickly—with currency—and the tongues of many—fear-spew lies—against people—creatively mingled—along—a thousand creative gods—called many names—and—both feared and soon— forgotten. The love-of-man and the love-of-woman and of freedoms—will not—be divided—by the capital of greed—nor the power—of stalled legislation—nor by—an impotent executive branch—or a purchased—judicial robed— incumbent and incomplete—with sugar and—strange sounding songs…Remember! All—are created by an equal mixture—of both women and men—rich or poor—and—beyond the borders of a-wherever-boarder—for non-reasons and steeped- in-the-fallacy—of color—big guns—atomics’—and an eternal diatribe of isolation—individuality and Fear…We! Have the Right-to-be—Everywhere… And! Does protection always equal servitude?
And! Beautiful you are…
‘Trouble’…By TV On The Radio