The Dem(in)

He says to "burn like all the ones before"

from dragging bloody knuckles and scraping em out the door

or, by the bulk of his bootstrap, whim of a troubadour

who lacks the rhyme or reason pigeons are always picking for more

 

I tell him "burn" and I'm tossing him out the gate

to land on the curbside-winder rabid irate

and be banished to brutal oblivion. Bet he'd be late

to the serendipitous satan's servants deciding fate,

 

because he's charming yet maniacally anti-dogmatic.

Treacherously trifles with gears in a broken attic

of a soul who knows no home. So cold. No static.

Radically erect brick by erratic brick, traumatic.

 

Leaves him raging with the idea, illusory, "defend

rendering you fellow men feebled and inept,

or spend the rest of your pathetic entity praying the bitter end'll

never really rally round you till the heavenly transcendence"

 

 

 

Well goddamn, you'd dare to raise eyes high upon the sky and call em weak.

Well i'm taking the weight of the world from the withered and weather and shoving it off on the meek,

and everyone under the sun'll align and in time they will see you've got nothing to say

at the end of the day.

So do you the favor, though it be a labor, and take a n-n-n-nanosecond of thought

...before you speak, wrap your mind around the ramifications,

elations squandered tri-fold; only to see that you'd be up

on another level of perplexing;

and n--n-n I don't even wanna wrap around the resolutions

that you'd tossed aside at the first sight of quicker solutions

to crucifixes and nooses you'd've tied for the two of us

and the truth is if either one of us had ever run around in the same shoes as the other one,

there'd be another one up in these fuckin cells we've designated as humans

Get out.

 

 

 

So we've been told it's time we truthfully interpret the fact,

that absolute ability to determine the track I'm treading

is my ultimate will and the will of the One who granted the world

the ground of this garden on which we spin

 

Let's begin it with the ego:

 

Transcendental tool of transformation

fusing trial and tribulation as a fuel for elation

ready to reinvent in any moment, take the atonement,

and know the moment golden, holding it perpetual

Super-computer craving currency conceived in karmic consequence

where carbon-coded critters crawl not

consuming every created cognitive contrivance, coming conscious

keeping question for connection, don't stop

 

Time for trip the tribulations into transient equations

get a grip, fantasy - after, pause, thought

minor grips of situations actively, after the fact attracting

here, we get casually laughing, active flaws taught

 

 

 

The demon is only and infinitesimal tenet in a never-ending

fractilization, considered poetic manifestation

of a thought

bound to thinking within itself

observing itself observing itself

stuck imagining a representation of what it's life would be subjectively

in a collaborative dream

repeat

 

the demon is only...