fear is the norm
you can scream to the phone all you want
buried under years of dust of meticulously cultivated delusion
digging a grave for your brain and heart
eight to five
you lose your bearings
and even if you think you pull your own springs
you can’t step outside yourself
I hope they told you
there was no coming back in current form
while time slides from under your feet
life is a ride that always ends on some sudden wall
with a kill
look
splinters grow out of every wish
every dream
cope with it
till Kingdom of Heaven picks your broken soul
and saved again
you enter home of inner peace
patiently await embodiment and presence
getting set for another run
it is never over
never late
you never really get away from yourself
from ecstasy or sadness
entangled by gone and coming fates
purified in the web of celestial spheres:
sacred geometry of eternal trip to carry greatness
up the Calvary hill in the mountain range of ages