Such fragile
troublemakers
Delicate cubicle warriors, master interior decorators,
starving artists
Raucous rocks
Rattled, bare
Sinners and devils
Stuck in a turbulent tunnel
One end is birth, the other death
Human history orbits, crashing, smothering, eroding
all imperfections
Bashing, grinding, stamping-
Out of line-
Outrageous and primitive behaviors, scrubbed
Off of,
Out of, your accepted path
Years, working, sweating, toiling
You pulverize your outrageous, experimental
You are taught, lectured, made examples of
You are scared and unable to annunciate the infinite
beauty of the world, frozen and fixated on the anxious, waiting glares of the
impatient masses
You are banished to the corner of the room to face the
stuffed purple monkey
You are told to sit in the hall, until the lesson is
over, most students can passively participate, silently, most don't need to
talk so much, they can just be content walking the path laid in front of them,
why go looking for wolves in the woods?
Peel away
Tearing, screeching layers
Foamy, fickle, fractured experience
Contribute, rummage through the trash
You are gathered and grouped together, organized and
divided
Sifting from static
Sharing thoughts, ideas, hopes, fears, expressions,
feeling
Warped space rolling, plugging into and behind the
scenes you
Discovery, madness chaos, and nothingness
You've wrecked, mangled, destroyed the process path
STOP
Startled, glitched, fractally falling, spiraling
tumbling, looping
Out of control
Out of madness
Out of existence
Mind-bending outliers
Searing supernovas
Building up to heaven, just to burn it down
Marching out of line
Bleeding eardrums from the vertigo of your spectacles
Sick to death of the monstrous glowing, and growling,
and growing, growing, growing of the machine and
The mighty path pre-processor
You look like you've been hurt
Zoned out into bright oblivion
Marching
Marching quietly, obediently
Ground down by the pumice of expectations,
responsibilities, commitments, orders, restrictions, and guidelines
Apathetic by mistake and from mistakes
Things that are no more wrong, then right, often more
right than
Oscillating controlled, carefully measured, away from
retribution, consequences
Floppy your precious soul around
In the comfortable cess-pool of acceptable being
Confounded by mistakes
Outliers from the statistical cyllinder
Creating snow and friction
Irregular outward pounding
Exponentially expanding possibilities
Every new mistake creates possibilities
You are all crowded in the same dank basement
Potential chaos primed to explode in a magnificent
apex
Pink bars are wobbly and fuzzy across the oil slick of
your mind
Dis-a-social-late?
This pitch is rising and racing,
A dance party spreading and shedding
Layers, layers, layers
Life, dropping puzzle pieces on your head like Tetris
of infinity, the riddle of the void
Broken game
Useless rules
An expansion that isn't happening
Beat the system until it crumbles, process evolution
like cheap deli meat
You will grow always, endlessly, but not necessarily
the way chosen, or hoped for, or dreamed of
You are and can be, and always will be every way
And any way
You are a spotted and brightly colored mistaken
imperfection
You are drunk and stumbling and sloshing out of your
controlled tumble
You must not accept the quiet shrinking road
The point of creation; disassemble, synthesize and
re-associate, new meaning
Amorphis clustering
Speckled clouds, high and light and bright with
vibrant ideas
There is no fear
There are no mistakes
It is all opportunity
It is all part of everything
Self-aware, magnificent, exploding, dissolving,
fractured and re-factored
Life
Awaken into a dream, suffocated and out of control
with no power to break free
Spitter spatter
Open up your mind, effort, wallet and time, falling
and tripping
Teeth are rolling in circles in front of the body,
power slipping
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