photo by Vincent Daemon
The industry now turning here has been doing so for awhile
The mirrored analogy lies in the striations of our smile
It appears in genuflections of an ordinary grimace
And disappears in the injections of our blood's burning furnace
Momentary in a slipstream plunged into the intermittent
Turned inside out from a synapse into another galaxy
The trick is understanding that our plasma is our currency
Space and time itself remain nothing but the flesh and blood of God
We are just the garment he wears which appears to us very odd
That's because we have displaced Him according to his greater plan
Written in the script of paradox spiraling through modern man
Paranoid paranormal paradisaical to the bone
Steeped in ecstatic tortures infernal divinity our home
What is truth but loyalty to an ancient handed down notion
Faith in the veracity of staying solid firm and steadfast
Meanwhile knowing all along our own physical bodies won't last
Our fidelity to being correct will someday backfire
The friction it engenders may lead to our funeral pyre
This is why we must remember to forget most of the time
Forgetting to remember always promotes remaining sane
The more we memorize the further we clog up our own brain
In the act of hypnotism we become are own victim
Staring into this dark prism we transform our innocence
Our experience observed by a bright myriad audience
Oblivious our isolation stays just an illusion
Blind to the rich assembly that exists as an intrusion
Wearing the stellar mantle a fallen crown upon our head
Neglecting the difference between the living and the dead
While one must disappear from here the other emerges there
It escapes our comprehension that this points to everywhere
Except when we perceive that time and space are one and the same
We forget our magnetic interaction with the stars
It remains constant between us no matter where we are
Unbroken and perpetual connected at the core
As beyond so beneath we should never mistake our dream
For something we can't realize existing in between
By focusing our vision on the here and now instead
Disembodied for a time more or less within our head
We can learn to recover our lost sense of sanity
After tumbling over in this distant proximity
Awaken to the furthest always being near at hand
Remember the one whose eyes open when you close your eyes
Going north in winter traces our passage from this world
Before our lives began here we were under different skies
By unclenching our balled fists our blood banners are unfurled
Everyone alive stands upright their own sentinel
Illuminating the current hive like a candle
Conducting electricity with our flesh and blood
Manifesting on the plains of diminishing lands
Forming this unique chain of a legacy of hands
Converging on a point parallel to each other
Thread the needle through our eye to a long lost mother
Weave the garment made of skies cloaking our own brother
Shed the warm hide that was grown such a long time ago
Dread the pride that you've shown for not knowing it was so
Ever going on this ride that is continual
Like snapping shut and picking open a pair of locks
Without keys we escape the prison of paradox
Truth has been described as a twi-edged flaming sword
This depiction remains a lovely metaphor
It cuts both ways and also burns down villages
Those who think it absolute remain adamant
It scalds and razes those untrained to handle it
To see within it we may have to close our eyes
To know it better we must learn its new disguise
Overcome that which we're told has been forbidden
There's nothing wrong with knowledge as information
The real danger lies in gaining a distinction
Thinking we know the difference between right and wrong
Unravels the harmony of our mutual song
Remain steadfast in holding off conviction
Trade our ears with another's in dictation
Swap our shoes with each other just to listen
Serve others as you would want to be treated
Stare into these mirrors however fleeting
This behavior's in accordance with reason
Our liberator arrives with the season
The protector's concealed within our own skin
All is revealed when we take time to begin
Thinking we've started just because we're awake
We all share that in common a big mistake
The fact is we haven't even begun
Our transformation under a new sun
There is no reason for us to pretend
That every moment we do not transcend
Although we may be seen as illusion
Our identities just a confusion
In the present with no past or future
To help focus keep up the inversion
The blurring at worst doesn't go that far
Keep looking til you first see the polestar
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