Mercury ends his retrograde, as the buzz fades…
And the room stops spinning…
And the tangled sheets cool off…
And reality starts seeping back in…
The daylight of truth blinds the eyes through the blinds no longer hiding the sunny skies from the third eyes of inner knowing.
The truth not being any easier known...
And for what and why and how and what for?
No reason, just good to know…
Ok then.
The world keeps spinning…
The laundry keeps dinging the dryer…
And the third eye, and the other two, know things it cannot unknow and yet continue from dawn to dusk, par for the course, and take respite in a bottle, a bong, or Any Other Body…
Ok then.
Lost, drowning and sinking to the depths of the ocean of emotions of memories from lifetimes upon lifetimes flooding back and why and how come and now what and what for?!
How.
Do.
You.
Digest?!
Ok then.
Ok, so it’s been like a thousand lifetimes beyond the stars and in theory and every novel ever penned makes that idea easy but it’s not in truth, it’s too much, it’s just too much to really actually process...
How do you process??
Ok then.
It’s not like running into an old classmate in the produce aisle 10 years later next to the pears and plums…
It’s too painful to remember and understand.
It’s easier to talk about the weather than to say I’ve found you again old friend from the beginning of time.
Instead we pour the wine to feel fine in the mind and just act kind like acquaintances at thanksgiving dinner:
“Please pass the butter”
While saying so much more in the silent subtext in the telepathic beats between the yams and ham.
What the actual Ffff…
Ok then.
God, what do You want me to do with this knowledge I cannot unknow,
didn’t ask to know,
didn’t want to know.
I was searching for the meaning of life…
Not this.
Why this.
Now!
What do I do with this??
This: both everything and nothing.
Nothing I guess.
Ok then.
The world keeps spinning…
The laundry keeps dinging the dryer…
And This: both everything and nothing…
gets put back on the shelf like a dusty elephant figurine we all ignore in the room while instead discussing the weather…
Because what else could you say to that…
but…
Ok then.
💖Z
(A rare spoken word poem I had to put down on paper)
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