Matter, 200





Your best friend turns 
into a demon, changes into 
a green monster and
slithers through the grass.
Your enemy saves your soul
and it doesn't matter.

They are both trying to kill you
in their own special way.

The mark on your door is useless.
Your neighbor will be the one 
to come in the night and slay
your young, slaughter your innocents.

The one who drags you from the fire
is no one that you've ever known.

The one that shoots you
in the back of the head
is closest to your heart.

You have not slept with fear.
You have not been carried 
to the bridal chamber of war.
You have not been groomed 
for more than consumption.

Even training for destruction 
gives you more than you know.

You can not feel your own face.
Your eyes are not your own.
Your bones belong to your ancestors
and your voice is a sound offer.

Your matter is energy
over and over again.
Your energy is matter
only once.
It is not your matter.

The stars were never yours.
You are their future.
You are the dust of their deaths.
They will outlive you by the billions. 

You do not have 
even 200 friends.

The brain can not
carry all that wiring.

You do not matter.

Do something

that matters.




Levity of Mind






the way of the mind is levity
getting always lighter and lighter
for all these hundreds of thousands 
of years and now so far away 

it thinks
its self 
a part 
separate

it thinks itself to pieces
and pieces its self apart

it has thought itself into
other planets, other orbits
around other suns of thought
other sources of seeing itself
its pieces
its self pulls 
it apart


predicates
          abdicate
and
          participles 
don't participate
but dangle
in odd angles
of mobile meaning

our sense of tense is 
tenuousness at rest while
our tense itself is senseless

tensile strength is useless
for holding all this together