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There Standeth The Boat of Maybe

there standeth Zarathustra at the boats prow, there was a time when there at the festivale


after smoking the alien drug far after stopping the liquid from entering the bloodstream


from the lights flickering on/off switch from the timespans speeding up for atoms to crash


and burst for licking lips speaking nonsensical words and bouncing off walls in the insane


asylum richocheting off the edge of the universe for guidance sitting at the ledge of the


lake looking at the black abyss surrounding everything I still wonder how much of it is a


controlled collapse how much of it is known facts how much is it response and answer or


how much of it is forgotten by sober minds crying eyes for when the darkness takes ahold


there again by the lake just a distance away from the boat, a stranger said unto me there it


is just across that lake but I'm not going and people come and go like the black abyss itself


like flowers bloom like shining smiling known and dwindle past shooting stars collapse into


nothingness and all I thought about it was what it could be yet at the bittermost core what


struck me most was how nonchalantly he had said it, like it was a metaphor, and not a God


given truth like a snake in the grass just waiting, like a stake in the ground hammered in with


the sledge, like a flake of dust floats away never to be seen again at the quick snap of fingers


whom oft so can, so be it, and i felt the pull more oft to be dead, like the cars going by kept


getting closer to aligning with my goodbye like when Conor and I drove to New York on


that fateful night and he went to cut a line on a cd case in the passangers seat of my moms


old car and i said don't do that and he continued to do it anyway so i blew the dust off the


jeweled case and he went freaky so the truck drove through the red light district by the dark


tunnels entrance and would have killed him if i didnt gas it and swerve the tires, at least thats


what it seemed like, but in reality, what it is as a fact that i know to be, two colliding objects


dont have to meet and crash if so told not to be solid, like liquid moves through liquid un-


beknownst all things can be controlled all things can disappear all things moving stop more


fear you say more elengent longing to be more understanding prayers that speak carrying


wings for distances out beyond the furthest reaching glow shoot a blind man and he wont


see it coming shoot a deaf man and he'll never see you smiling again there was another


time there when Aaron and I went floating around on a boat like Wilky and I did back in the


lakes again back in the tempests just to get away for awhile just to smoke what was I getting


at anyway, nonchalance, someday the light will hit again in away that ignites emptiness I


know it to be a God given promise, my heart for thee, like i would ever leave it anyway

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