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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Experience is suicide as a footnote * 4/3/12

Our senses are collaborators

in our crime of experience.

Recognition, by its gestures,

is our admittance of guilt.

What we put to memory

is reinforcement

within our consciousness,

in our migration away from

our essence of being.

By the time our consciousness

comes to words,

we are committed to meaning

as if it were tattoos

of the damned

walking in a experiential

death march

on the dusty unpaved

yet intimate road of time.

Our creativity within these confines

that lead to manifestation

as its end product,

is soulless.

Most of our lives

is a dumb-down entrainment

away from the oneness

and into the myopia

of small minded diversity

as our identity.

Forsaking the known,

not for its knowledge

but for its method

of identification of the self

and its propensity for carriage

as a personal code held within,

risks the possibility

of a connectivity to soul

that does not respond

to our version of inquiry

nor does it answer

in parallel

to any of our accepted

interpretative means.

And so it goes . . .

I don’t know you,

ever, no matter what,

but I am one with you

beyond proof

or determination

as a conviction of self.

I, rather we,

cannot simply go on dying

in such an elaborate pretend,

so separate like this . . .

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