final conflagration
ends
the human race
web of life beyond
point of return
—mass extinction—
dust to dust
all our own
doing
and yet
we twiddle thumbs merrily
in this is a dream
in reality
wanton rubbing of hands in glee
at this acquisition
or that possession
all
expensive shit
has hit the fantasmagorical
nothing is concrete
yet see
us
slip
|
descending into
bottoming
out
of
existence
all debts, then, paid
in this final
settling of karmic accounts
for the wages of ecological sin
are death
our collective drive
to extermination—it’s no metaphor,
we do sink
in some planetary annihilation
all selves included
irrespective
of who’s zoomin’ who
this apocalypse is not
something
victimizing us
there’s no master
puppeteer (cabalistic or otherwise)
for
we get the world
we proj|tect daily
& surely
the governance we deserve too
it’s the truth
bites even the toothless
dog in this mess
of life is but a dream
simple symbolic expression
of conflicts w/in consciousness
our own
nightmare configurations
but don’t be
disturbed by it all
knowing is,
yes, we can
rise into re-dreaming
dimensions of freedom, all in
transformation/transmutation/transmogrification
transfiguration
the ultimate purification of self
—beggars belief—
still take your journey
of ascension,
aloneness in the real,
pulls us all up
into subtle states of substantiation
other worlds
are possible
are here, whispering new
intent
in deep & wide fountains
flowing full of
Love