Logical Unsanity

THE UNIVERSE WANTS TO PLAY. Those who refuse out of dry spiritual greed & choose pure contemplation forfeit their humanity–those who refuse out of dull anguish, those who hesitate, lose their chance at divinity–those who mold themselves blind masks of Ideas & thrash around seeking some proof of their own solidity end by seeing out of dead men’s eyes.

Sorcery: the systematic cultivation of enhanced consciousness or non-ordinary awareness & its deployment in the world of deeds & objects to bring about desired results.

The incremental openings of perception gradually banish the false selves, our cacophonous ghosts–the “black magic” of envy & vendetta backfires because Desire cannot be forced. Where our knowledge of beauty harmonizes with the ludus naturae, sorcery begins.
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As the season turns a door opens,
past and future
meeting in the eternal present.

We are complete in our cycles, spring
following winter, summer before autumn. Buried under concrete
or drowned in a million video feeds, the year’s clock
is still our own, the salt in our blood thundering withthe flood of
ancient waves.

We swell and shrink with the moon’s tides.

The past is here, now, in this moment, hidden deep inside
where we find the secret life our ancestors,
trilobites and shrews and bright-eyed lemurs, carved into our souls.
We are the painted animals the shamans sealed in the deep caves. Our thoughts
still linger in those places, where humans once wore a different face.
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make this bed big
make it so i can
actually get lost in it
not just figuratively
not just in a dream

make it so you
follow me, so that
you try and run after
me, make it so you
can only catch me
if i want you to

and make it so when
i tell myself to wake
up, i do.

but first, make this bed
big like a forest, like a
skyscraper, like a sky
scraper forest, like a forest
full of skyscrapers, so that
waking would be, just the
same as dreaming, and i
would not feel so bad
when i’m missing out
on either

because big kids need crayons too.

and bouncy balls and ice-cream and skipping ropes and teddy bears and coloured band-aids and trampolines and hiding places and favourite things and favourite people.

and not everything is about sex, in an everything-is-really-about-sex-kind of way