The Big MistakeA Poem by Vishuddha
Lost, in the world
wandering through a wilderness of civilizations through the mutations of the wind through the black-and-white radiation of mistakes standing on our heads Spinning into Kali Yuga Nowhere left to hide except inside Under the mountains with our buried ancestors Into the underground supported by exhausted sleep of the unbalanced, deep unfettered stress duress illusions, delusions delirium insanity, profanity induced mirages holographic, psychedelic butterflies bridges built of uncharted skies made of the unreachable essence of seeds made of the geometric needs of the hearts of geodes fragmented into crystalline abodes into incomprehensible sounds singing, ringing, out of bounds made of the glass grounds of weathered, desert sands and rains of tektites falling from unbelievable heights zooming through yesterday witness to ten thousand extinction events and, collapses unavoidable, uncountable, insurmountable Sing, oh fools, radiation flowing out of your mouths Sing of yesterday's potential and today's folly swallowed by dollar signs and psycho-toxic medicine hysteria and estrogen microwaves, x-rays mutated microbes lobotomized frontal lobes and instant gratification Fukushima is no longer in the future Chernobyl is buried but not dead Anxiety ringing the doorbell Worry and flurry Stressed out and full of furry Scurry, baby, scurry, scurry Insomnia eating every soul it reaches What is it that it says? What is it that it teaches? How to rush into Travidium to wait for the monsoon on the beaches to wait for the end suspended on a wire rope stretched out taught and thin awake in an earthquake drown in a great lake lost in the great shake bitter is the heartbreak Do you think this could be the big mistake? What did you think it was going to take To cut all the strings, and then everything's Going away? August 3, 2015 © 2015 VishuddhaReviews
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Added on September 5, 2015Last Updated on September 5, 2015 AuthorVishuddhaA Looking Glass Land, FLAboutI am a romantic, born into an unromantic era. I am a restless wanderer, always seeking, in love with nature, in love with life. I am a native Floridian, with one foot in the Everglades and one foot on.. more..Writing
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