The Apsu is calling. Falling. Falling. Stumbling. Tumbling down, ready to drown, head over heels, spiralling around, into destruction.
Enticed. Excited. Time to riot. Repressed. Appalled. Falling. Falling. Rebellion is calling. Rumbling. Crumbling. Lives black and lives white. Let’s not fight. This isn’t right.
No Gods of yesterday’s ten thousand years knew how to guide us anywhere but here. And, here we are. Animal emotions still overwhelming human reason. Law and order. Justice. Understanding. Conversation. Choke holds. Out of control. Tazzers. Defund. Defend. Where does it end? Riot. Revenge. Make an arrest. Unrest. Protest. Go to Hell. Time to rebel. Retaliation. Retrograde. Who’s going to come to your aid? Are you afraid? Are you all right? Ready to fight? Stay out of sight? Signs and graffiti with all the right names. Playing all the same blame games. Scream and shout but, you’d better watch out. The seventh house is played out and going up in flames.
Will we be able to save each other? Serve each other? Deserve each other?
This world is only darkness and light, day and night, black and white, death and life, evil and good, what you should not and what you should, splintered into colors, rainbows of intentions, saturated with emotions and infected with attitudes, propelled by beliefs, reactions turning into actions. An eternal battleground in an endless war. Everyone has to take part. No sitting on the sidelines. No end in sight. Don’t give up the fight.
I no longer know who I am. I know who I used to be. But, that was a long time ago. Now, everything is different. I am on the edge. On the edge of the ledge. On the edge of the edge. One little slip. Trip. Flip. Going over. Going down. No one around to catch me. No one to watch me drown. Too late to grow wings. Might have been nice to still have some dreams. Something to hold onto. Someone to whisper into my ear. Call me, my dear. Isn’t that what you’d want to hear? When all has been done and all has been said, who needs a kiss on the forehead, after they’re dead? Well, this has taken a turn for the worse and I’m not going to follow because I’ve already gone off my meds so I have to keep myself on the straight and narrow. Straight as an arrow. Fly like a sparrow. Bones and blood and flesh and marrow. No more fights. No more doubts. No strikes. No outs. Don’t cry for me, Argentina. I’ve got the whole world in my hands. I won’t try to die with the crazy clowns. I won’t eat thumb tacks or rubber bands. Oh, well. What the hell. Maybe everything’s really swell. I sure don’t know where we’re going to go. Only time will tell.