40 Below

 

By divine design 

we arrived Right on time… 

 

 

An open question, not definition

Added complexity? 

 

The conditional awareness

Masking the ignorance 

 

and tolerance to pain 

Trial and error, master of the game

 

Save the arrogance, infection… 

 

which tends to make those 

so driven to go down in flames 

 

If persistence were a gift, we score…

Not just with a battering ram

 

To smash the walls. 

We devote our better selves

 

A gift to recognize 

recurrent patterns

 

In the mix of things 

which betray our hopes, 

 

bring unnecessary pain 

and death to our

 

Soul-train dance line

of existence.

 

Short circuiting our love of life

Adding pain/death/fear and strife.

 

Where, we the resilient strive to overcome

The uncertainty with some hope…

 

A prayer perhaps, a song 

to give us something, 

 

more than ancient technology, 

a gift from the divine, 

 

perhaps an ability to see 

beyond our past-times

 

And stay past curfew 

to study one more risky plan 

 

to get beyond the next stage

In this game of life

 

Where death is more 

than spiritual phase

 

Yet we remember, as if...

Things saved, 

 

beyond the grave

 

When what is said to be 

our connections

 

Jump beyond 

our mind-body synapses

 

Finding traction in 

A thirst we cannot quench

 

It seems… Or is it truly cast 

spiritually in our dreams 

 

In the gap between 

our consciousness

 

A gift, perhaps 

at times a curse

 

But what is worse 

To live forever

 

And not pay a price, 

worthy to such end

 

pretend to make amends

and die forever, without end

 

as fallen echoes

stop... recycling futures

 

Or die to get there first. Like… 

All creatures of heaven and earth

 

Must compete against nature for survival 

Just trying to stay alive 

 

A full time job while 

Freefalling through time …

 

landing intact within the shell

of what we call our minds

 

Vivid pain-lightning strikes 

crash through time 

 

locks pop, open in our presence. 

 

Negative vibes, tear holes 

in our consciousness, 

 

no covers we can pull 

over our heads this time

 

As a new reality, bleeds 

through all imaginary feeds 

 

cut through the shields 

our mind-body constructs

 

which bind us to 

a natural-supernatural connection

 

in effort to assemble 

a last ditch stop our last protection,  

 

damage control 

for mind to soul interaction

 

emergency repairs… 

beyond our minds

 

at last to exceed 

our grasp

 

where all futures

are trapped by death

 

with no way out

no epitaph

 

having finally unwound

within our past

 

 

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