the blazing lights

a sense of flowing through a river,
in both directions,
caused either by religious fervor,
drugs... or a combination of the two...
one step ahead of time,
one step behind...
both are perceived...
and although minute fractions of moments
in either direction is known,
it brings so much more to the
finite awareness
that otherwise is supposedly shared
by all persons
the spoken word is released without
thought, yet it is precise
and rhythmic...
hypnotic and compelling...
one can sense the reality above ours,
and beneath...
the spreading effect one or two
careful words said can have...

one thing to experience it for a few hours...
another thing entirely to experience it
over the course of many days...
as some of us are 'cursed' to know,
with the usual pharmaceutical strings
that follow...
to keep us tethered to the reality
humans are 'supposed' to always experience...
yet it is those memories which cannot be erased.
however fleeting they become...

purposefully attempting to burn down bridges,
so one knows which are made of stone...
as the stars crash in mid-day,
wreaking havoc on the earth below
later to gaze as rainbow-colored events
appear in the heavens at night like tears in the fabrics
of space...

one realizes that anything can be created or destroyed
with Language.

[21:24|10.7.009] ©c.thomas.carter