and in the spaces between
This is an oldie, but I haven’t had much time as of late. I thought of this post because Susan, and I were recently discussing Jackson Pollock, and his fiery, drunken death.
Loved his art, not too fond of the dying.
Stretch out your arms let me see you here in this void without the shadows in my eyes how does it end- how does it end -does it -does it -where are we going -where are we going- i’m not sure of anything anymore this world -this world- how does it end- how does it end when the stories are not enough anymore when the stories make no sense anymore how does it end- how can we go on without looking around why do we do these things who do we trust anymore can you look in your mirror or is yours like mine shattered into a thousand pieces here- here- here without sound… sound- there is no sound- there is no sound -there is no..
but what does it matter- the consequences what are they- what does it matter- do you even care or like me are you worn down- a sliver among tall trees that blot out the sunlight- in this void- here in this void- this place we call home- do you like me wonder where does it end -where does it end- i am not preaching to you because my words are shattered into a thousand pieces here on this floor and she is gone and she is gone and i am left here wondering like you where does it end and why doesn’t someone stand up and make their voice heard- are you waiting for me- as I- wait for you
and in the spaces between is that where we find each other -the places in between where there is no sound- there is no sound- there is no … and i am mute but not deaf but there is no sound- no sound -no sound- falling away we are- we are falling away the gravity that holds us- binds us- is broken and they would have us bow down before them and worship the gods in their eyes- there is no sound- there is no sound- there is nothing in their eyes- they are dead- and they want us all to die- here- in their eyes- they are dead -they are dead and you worship at their feet- you worship- at their feet- do you- do you -do you- do you understand why -don’t you understand- can’t you see that their eyes are dead they are all dead and they want you to die with them- they will consume you -they will consume you -they will consume the children here are lost and we are unable to show them the way because their is no sound here- there is no sound- the birds fly but they do not sing there is no sound- there is no way out- there is a way out but i am not ready- i am not ready and if we were to stand would it be alone or do the others see -are they waiting too do they know- are they able to see that their eyes are dead their hearts are dead they are empty and they want us to worship at their feet -worship their feet don’t look into their eyes for they are dead -their faces are a wasteland of wars and greed and they have nothing left so worship at their feet- the gods of this earth are all dead and you bow down in their shadows hearing no voice from their mouths because there is no sound- there is no sound- their sins will not wash away but you must worship them you are theirs you belong to them and they are all dead and they will consume you- eat you alive for they are all dead and the emptiness is hungry- it craves the light that remains in this world- for they are all dead -the gods are dead and they have nothing left to offer but the mud from their feet- so bow -supplicate your self and do not look into their eyes -their nothing
and the screams race across the landscape like silent trains one after the other muted and hollow for their is no sound- there is no sound -and this wasteland these empty cars racing across the edge of the world are going nowhere and time is- and escape is- forever present- it is here among their faces the faces of the dead things and where does it end- where does it end- it cannot end like this- the way you dreamed as a child the way you thought it would turn out before the world closed your eyes and shut off the voices of those around you- is that what you wanted in your dreams as a youth but where did we lose our way where did it all go wrong and can we go back or do we want to go back or is it forward from here is it onward Christian soldier die until the end burn yourself in our furnace but do not look into our eyes for we are dead there is no life in our faces we are scattered with the litter of our sins and we are all dead
and you ask what is it all for -what is it all for- but there is no answer and there is only the void and the din of silence for there is no sound here- there is no sound here- there is no sound here- there is no sound- there…no sound- no sound- no sound- there is no sound