Wake Up

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