now is the time. now.

the grand lie is laid open,
yellow,
like a patient etherized on a table.
[thanks to t.s. elliot for this simile.]
actually a corpse.

four.
4 square.
four corners,
4. four.
a cross.
a crossroad,
either way,
you choose
this is a path
to
destruction,

a dead end.
dead.
dark.
deaf.
death.

either way,
this path is a lie.

kill the christ.
kill the cross.
there is no guilt
in killing evil.

kill the christ.
kill the cross.

that demon plagues our lives
with evil.

i will.
i will choose.
a circle
rather than a cross.

worship that miscreant
all you want.
see where it leads,
either way it's a lie.

i will complete a circle.

again, ok.

there is order in chaos.
life emerges from something that seems to be unconscious and unliving.
this apparently unliving substrate in which you live is not at all unconscious or unliving .

now, you ignore what anger might come your way, even though the earth is crying  -
screaming like a stuck pig, as my father used to say.

now, we judge what ever comes our way, and we ask "will this serve me?"  
what?
...serve me>serve me... serve me? serve me, now.
what?

This is insane - sanity replaced by self-interest.
but self-interest is so deceptive - self-deceptive,
as self-deceptive as any insanity is.

now,
you
won't
reply
to this.

now,
now
this
is.

this
is
this.

now, this is not a tautology.
actually, it's a lie.
the "nature" of syntax speaks an ambiguity in our language-intoxicated minds.
the second "this" is not the first "this."
therefore, it must not be the same.
or is it?
you think it is, but you know it's not.
you know it is, but you think it's not.

this is
not this.

this seems like it must be the lie, but it's not.
ignore this ":reality."

ignore this.
ignore this this.
ignore this "this."
ignore "this."

when we're struck by the truth
how can we not be livid
or unbearably mournful?

why claim for yourself that this negative energy
is so negative?
why should it be self-serving?
please,
speak,
if you will claim i do you some wrong.

when
will
this
dark
love 
come
thru?

redirect
deflect
what you can.

face the sun
and ask her,
"how can we
have done
this to her,
this earth,
our mother?"

what truth comes with happiness?
what happiness comes with truth?
why should it be self-serving?

only beauty shares truth with happiness.