asphalt & cellophane

"High am I..." Thinking back to the days The days before complexity set in Before he could see the color grey Before the dream caved in and all was lost in the shadows of his mind Before the taste of blood burned in his eyes A bastard child of the Golden Dawn of the Future who knew no boundaries without vision Contradiction was his name, and he wore it well He sees now that this romance with the ghosts has led him to this, whatever its name  Unspeakable silence submerged in the chaos of the lie And now this child, nurtured in the age of revolution, can spare no injustice, cannot suffer without intolerance Yet still he falls down on his knees, upon the bitter earth, upon the dust of those before, and cries out against the march of the machine.... Eyes shut tight, he imagines the fragile frame blowing in the wind "What will become of the butterfly?" Lightning strikes, thunder rolls, and darkness falls with his brethren The earth tilts, the pawns surrender to their destiny and all is lost in the fury of the clock The waves crash over his broken body, the layers of asphalt and cellophane slip away like the stars above  Cleansed, He traces a figure-eight in the sand, then returns the fiery crown to its former place, tangled in his hair He takes his place on the throne of reason, a bird in one hand and a bee in the other, as he reaches towards the sun... "High am I... and forever will I be" Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 05:39 AM PST   10 • 0