The water bearer brings the flow but stands outside
Prying with mind its infinite detail the intricate boundaries
Where people are energies of will with no discernible
Access – they live the blueprint as the architect plans.
Prying with mind its infinite detail the intricate boundaries
Where people are energies of will with no discernible
Access – they live the blueprint as the architect plans.
The fish comes in to say all plans dissolve like false selves
Deflate and castles collapse and dreams slip into seas
So turbid so full of everyone else you can only become that,
Not a future shaper but a shameful reminder of an old door
That still is here, just a grey plywood warp where the clay mine
Used to be, the land still held in its scar, still defined
By what was extracted. The twin ray chariot rides overhead,
Giving the skygazer's rights to their sovereignty,
No more darkness when we go where we’re not allowed to be
But only if we add what we’ve seen, with our own, undefinable
Wolf cry that aspires to that of the loon, to overcome its truth
As one’s own, the only one the world was constructed around.
Out in the hidden hills, the polymaths play every instrument
Trying to tame the encroaching wilderness to the viburation
Of a still rising civilization, church steeples on nursery schools
“Grass Fed Beef” on the lush sides of ranches, honey for sale
On the street where Harley riders buzz like horseflies escaping
Another trap – the Saddlehorn Church campus quaintly reimagines
The Jesus mask at the furthest remove, where relevance matters
And a purpose-driven life is a service that can be served,
To know you are a freak among the yearlings, who haven’t seen
This show before to know that it ends with the mass consensus
Withdrawing consent and its every creator soul for itself
As the system dissolves, finally seen in transparence, as a system.
Every cup is an adventure on the new frontier. It takes these
Grizzled prospectors to even remember the gold, having explored
Here before, trailblazers for where there is no road beyond
Because yes, they are escaping from all they do not want
Because yes, they are escaping from all they do not want
But also arriving in dream to the free city promised by no one
But carved nevertheless as out of the cliff of a forehead
And ranged around the mountain their edge, of civilization,
Experiments in propane and safe sharing in farther horizons
Where the shrubs are in full swirl and bending toroidal
And they fall off the space and time face as the handpan plays
Its hypnotizing rhythms so light can be imbedded
By the secrets keepers – in a way you will never know except
How the woodsmoke clings to the earth aromas
Or tiny bells of new growth knowing it’s only for a time,
All plans come to fruition to die, by extending the mind
To a place where nothing is left – before the pioneer
Inks the idea into form again, in the exile of the priest
At the balsamic, when all has been built, the builder
Has moved on and those left have lost their sense of fun,
The pushers have pushed it too far into realization.
The moment has passed, and what brought it will never
Be enough, for the present passed these ancient vistas,
The hidden sky ridges that never say where they’ve been
Or show where they’re going, only what you want to see.
