transient meaning

in parallel streams of conscious time
our cyclic patterns of strife unwind
in vacant emotional chest cavities
we procure an answer to our savagery
in crooked sheet metal hovel dreams
we run our fingers down splitting seams
in time we lie to make sense of the past
because the only moment that can last
is the one you waded through in deviation
rather stay still to escape enslavement
in tragic dreams of simultaneous lives
we choose the faults we wish to tie
in fruitless attempts at holding energy
we release our life back into the serene
in constant grasps at crumbling stone
our fingers bleed and we long for home
in indifferent waves we foresee the traps
that bind our nude eyes unto the past
in our daily lives we live the recreation
so breathe silently and let the water make the reflections
I stand
here on this square of dirt is where the people meet
in irregularly regular circles they shuffle their feet
they hand off paper as to show some form of wealth
and smoke factory grown industry boges for their health
every few feet there’s a new technicolor machine
creating its own distinct atonal buzzing
the cacophony is endless in its animosity
for the impulse is the only intermediary
there are cross hatched scars through the country side
catching out and looking in on a swift moving free ride
there are scribbles and murals in the shadows of the spires
and patterns of reverb that contest to frequencies higher
there’s an unknowing focal point six feet in the sand
and two worlds to adjoin in contest to your plans
on the shores there are a rapture of ever swelling tides
and on the screen is the vulture, by product of the lies
in between the tile scenes is a reflection of the sky
and hanging from the rooftop beams is a dream of my design
I sit
here where the river flows to the river, and the mountains cut the sky
here where the clouds over shadow the water, and trees like bristles break the light
here where the hills throw boulders into the green, channels of cool energy
here where i roll my pants up to my knees, and soak in the light divided by steel beams
here where a snake swims past my legs, where I follow the stones and climb a tree
to stand in the rubble, rotting wood, rusting steel, upon this crags peak
its where the soldiers all fell, the trees couldn’t yell, and the devil burned the earth down to peat
I slept
on benches in churchyards, on beaches in the wind
on the back of a still freight car, in nothing but my own skin
while the world was flashing vibrant, the light couldn’t penetrate my lids
now in this dark and violent, home I must forgive
faults in a state of mind, the faulty tracking of time
quirks in a record of space, or the uncertainty of a distant face
actions of desperate simplicity, recalling the human frames fragility
like grains of sand being swallowed by foam
the water will come to carry me home

transient meaning


Lackawaxen, United States

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