Intrinsic Blip. Sorry. Thank you Merlin.

by Crimbobuline

Posted to Utterances on 2002-12-05 11:59:00

I am the lost time you spill approaching completion,
Letting your eyes unwind the tangled minx of Faith before you.
I am the parched syllables you whisper in your own ear,
Raising an army to conquer eyes lost in a mirror.
I am the first neurone in your three-pound-universe to cry
The vision of unity that will blossom from enforced peace.
I am the drop of curare in your cold vein still pumping
Towards a heart cavity blackness approaching rebirth.
I am the first and last paving stones cut from a mountain
That lay the beginning and end of death’s lucid arrangement.
I am the surrepticious ounce of mookah snaking your lung,
Piercing the outgrown membrane of dull mindlessness.
I am the naked fireball in the dawn sky above a battlefield,
Heralding the prosaic entrapment of Earth.

I am the * and the & and the $ and the @.

yesterday is not the prophet of tomorrow,
Your dreams are the prophets of Now.

Scandalous is the strumpet who crucifies his inner prophet
For the sake of motionless antiquity.