Some nights I close my eyes to this world
and open them in another.
Some nights I stay awake
and they all blend together.
Getting everything
all at once
and out of order.
I'm confused.
Walk in circles
muttering to myself
flicking my fingers
until I know what to do.
Notebooks full of chaos
sitting on a shelf.
some of it's shit
some of it's gold
I never know
what I have
until I'm asked
to give it away.
True magic happens
off the record
anything you see on your screen
is but an imitation of the real thing.
A whirlpool
of what to think
and how to think it
swirls.
How will I know
what is true?
When I'm on one side,
I feel the tug of the other.
Reality is an algorithm
ready to be trained
look for what you want to see
not for what you fear will be.
Scrolling through
(what may be)
the last words
of this human experiment
as the clock winds down
(tick tock, tick tock)
Unspeakable truth
falls from our lips
and we are broken open
Create space to hear
what hurts your ears
and space to see
what breaks your heart
Let your tears go
let your love flow
let the river take you
to where the answer is known.
Meet the part of you
that is unwoundable
Weave the words
spoken at the well
into wisdom
The future is for you to see,
and to be.
Now,
for a moment,
and perhaps,
again.
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Photo is a composite from Unsplash photos by:
Marianna Smiley
Aedrian
Johannes Plenio