a body is a canvas in pursuit of the divine
painted by the strokes of electric toil and stately minds
veering through the halls of sin and envy
wisdom and ecstasy, nobility savagery
human minds live inside bodies
which animate the dream of living?
sometimes another mind can sense another mind - not of the hive
a unique snow flake of a drone not melted by the roaring flames of disaster
to know another mind behind a wall of flesh, skin, organs and traveling neurons
is freedom without living - being without expense,
you can look at rough shod scars, psychic lesions wondering about bloated livers
wilted bladders and exploding kidneys...
existence, living at expense never really knowing,
mirrors are useful, not pristine pretty things of personalized clarity
unblemished ego-driven sloth-plow shows
but black - not of bleak star dust extinction daze
universal waters parting seas of infinity
maybe it's all too cosmic and a body is just spasticly animated meat on bone
ejaculating where it can in a plethora of ways - in the great race of seeding and despairing
should these words have been about beauty? the simplicity of living without wanton yearnings?
soulful exploration against dismal social engineering that maybe the entire world is sick of hearing?
pushing those hands of the doomsday clock that much closer...
I wouldn't sound the alarm just yet
the beauty and treacherous brutality of it all
is truth and interwoven deception in madcap confusion,
o, paint a horse with jet-engine legs or sculpt a torso without heart
delivering a wedding cake to the viper wearing a veil of black spiders
there's crystals to be polished and shattered
regardless shards always catch the light to cast shadows.
Heart Chakra Torso -- Nicola Axe