I’m leaving this
lie, to live in the spirit
of the truth.
I’m waking away
from you,
but don’t take it personally,
my beloveds.
Pull this silicone and copper
out of my
veins;
I’m unplugging to find
the nature
of existence, the
Experience of being
Human
again.
I hoped that if I could just get
comfortable enough in the
septic tank, that peace would
find my heart.
Now I know that the
rest I crave arrives only when I’m
Silent,
and clean,
untroubled by the rumbling of your
bowels.
Don’t fear
to tread where the rocks and trees
and streams
know your essence.
Step outside of the cruel illusion,
the yolk placed on your neck
at birth;
that’s where you’ll find
Me.
