September 7, 2012

• Navus

  the universe has always been this elusive shadow crawling over kiddy bedroom walls watching uninhibited curiosity in a dream like wonder traversing the prickly undertow of cosmic space infinity.

  our origins are but burning beings fenced into some vacant block of foreclosed homes, its streets truncating reality, leaving a completely ridiculous answer coming from the cries enticing only revolution.  

  and the drunken amnesiacs wake up in a labyrinth seemingly still and incapable of interpreting the galaxy's answers of trilobite tranquility, while vicarious street lights peer down and melt their own waning omnipotence.  

   while empty streets, boarded up restaurants, abandoned markets, and other vacant book store ghost fronts disappear and reappear.

  the darkness fades now so slowly

   

  i see a glimpse of who i'll be

  the glow

  of the rising sun

  a dying west

  that's borne of east.

  sifting thru eons

  so slowly

  now

   

  parabolas spiral like daggers into lungs, punctured, pressure rising, homeostasis fractured, oxygen diminishing, heart stopping, fingers quivering, world turning, life evolving.

  and there he turned to his small window, these new thoughts befuddling him.  

  a flame of flickering self doubt in modern humanoid mannequin missing meaning.

  her hips sway down the path winding its branches of what only be absurdity,

  the night, a breath chasing its own tail under the starlit skies suckling.

  we could only be lost in the ON: a truth of the now, nothing more, nothing less, and only doubling.

  It goes without saying that as the fog brews the coastlines, its soapy fields turn from gray to black,

  smothering homogeny,

  the swirling madness creeps down forth from its tendrils,

  see the darkening clouds of drooping eye demagoguery?

   

  my apparition fades now so slowly

  all of my heart evaporates to revelry

  the song 

  sings to the farthest sun

  borne of galaxies

  borne of peace

  living for the eons

  so slowly

  now

   

  his hands are insulating atoms designed subtly for fear, for power, for a comfortable existence amongst the lab rat running in circles, chasing its own tail, shocking itself to dose and dose and dose until his lathered tongue is dripping from the spout of a

  vibrating water bottle neon pink think tank swirling liver shark swank crippled lips crinkled crank other worldly affair resuscitation parasitic banks 

  his quill became only a blur of movements across the page.

  his fingers molesting the keyboard.

  his flourescence, a vapor slithering & trailing the image of an evolving drug induced euphoria.  

  something was in the distance. 

  basic messages of binary information wandered across his periphery.

  With only a few glimpses of his heart, he was weak, he gave in, he sold every part of himself to have this conversation.

  but she was only a figment of his sultry imagination, power hungry and sex charged, lusted from afar imagining every possible delineation.

  sacrificing himself to witness the truth inside the borne freedom from basic observation. 

  could this all possibly be?  

   They, we, he, she,  all pissed off hoarders wasting away fictional lives for days on end.  

   

  evolution was the fuck. the institution was contraception.  

   

  Life is a spinning living breathing galaxy

  Speaking of our centuries defined by greedy fallacy

  Removing my skin, i blend in, become infinity

  Living in zen, i give in, become divinity

   

  All that I am, i shed away the only part of me

  the simple selfish symbol that underlies hypocrisy

  Adam is the astronaut that I could never be

  Eve always questioned the truth and she'll never believe

   

  the darkness fades now so slowly

  i see a glimpse of who i'll be

  the glow

  of the rising sun

  a dying west

  that's borne of east

  sifting thru eons

  so slowly

   

  my apparition fades now so slowly

  all of my heart evaporates to revelry

  the song 

  sings to the farthest sun

  I'm borne of galaxies

  borne of peace

  living for the eons

  so slowly

  now

   

   

  THE NAVUS IS THE CENTER OF TIME, IT IS THE EMBODIMENT OF THE "ON" THE CHARACTER IN THE STORY TRAVELS AND EXPERIENCES THE "ON" IN THE NAVUS.  HE BECOMES DEFINED BY INFINITY, LEARNS ALL, KNOWS ALL, AND IS CONTENT IN PEACE UNTIL HIS HEART BEATS ITS LAST.

   

   

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