Crunchy Water Balloons on Parade
across time contained by this membrane
our dreams and hopes dissipate like water
filtered through bones, into the marrow of the only crunchy core that transmits the legacy of who you are and have been for centuries there is no resisting this nature
this crunchy nature bears the grit is the one last stand that you have taken generationally
and you must defend its grig with the solid, undestructible
while disregarding your aqueous nature, the fact that you are 97% movable and mutable
yet you insist on the crunch, the bones, the indestructible, the unchangeable part of yourself that has been formed by generations of failure embedded in a DNA that is sure to carry your survival instinct as it is the only thing that has survived the ontogeny.....it bears the club you raise to destroy the one who challenges you, it bears the capacity to suss a situation and see the weakness in your challenger and the spot within which their way gives way to you
you strike to remind to reinforce the illusion of seperateness, to replay the original cleaving from the womb of your mother, the womb of humanity, the cradle of humankind, the ground of compassion that holds us all
you stand away from this truth, rooting in your bones, the part of you that will not be destroyed in the fire of transformation.....the crackling up the spine out the crown. felt arthritically as the pain of the man you used to be, you could have been, the man you were that refused to give way to the movable membrane that surrounds you, the fluid that invites you to shift and change, to adapt to feel the exchange of energy....you are on parade, your crunchitude is hysterical to the onlookers, as you grasp to define yourself, to prop yourself up, to form you into something that looks similar to what surrounds you...to articulate your self to a being that is accepted and respected, yet you continue to lose this formulation as there is not enough crunch to sustain a character, an apparition of your heart's essence, your fluids undulate, you resonate to what surrounds you, you transmit what resonates in you and you are attenuated to what plays in the background of the picture that is this life......
our dreams and hopes dissipate like water
filtered through bones, into the marrow of the only crunchy core that transmits the legacy of who you are and have been for centuries there is no resisting this nature
this crunchy nature bears the grit is the one last stand that you have taken generationally
and you must defend its grig with the solid, undestructible
while disregarding your aqueous nature, the fact that you are 97% movable and mutable
yet you insist on the crunch, the bones, the indestructible, the unchangeable part of yourself that has been formed by generations of failure embedded in a DNA that is sure to carry your survival instinct as it is the only thing that has survived the ontogeny.....it bears the club you raise to destroy the one who challenges you, it bears the capacity to suss a situation and see the weakness in your challenger and the spot within which their way gives way to you
you strike to remind to reinforce the illusion of seperateness, to replay the original cleaving from the womb of your mother, the womb of humanity, the cradle of humankind, the ground of compassion that holds us all
you stand away from this truth, rooting in your bones, the part of you that will not be destroyed in the fire of transformation.....the crackling up the spine out the crown. felt arthritically as the pain of the man you used to be, you could have been, the man you were that refused to give way to the movable membrane that surrounds you, the fluid that invites you to shift and change, to adapt to feel the exchange of energy....you are on parade, your crunchitude is hysterical to the onlookers, as you grasp to define yourself, to prop yourself up, to form you into something that looks similar to what surrounds you...to articulate your self to a being that is accepted and respected, yet you continue to lose this formulation as there is not enough crunch to sustain a character, an apparition of your heart's essence, your fluids undulate, you resonate to what surrounds you, you transmit what resonates in you and you are attenuated to what plays in the background of the picture that is this life......
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