Reincarnated Bones..
29.Sept.04
the body a soft cover over reincarnated bones
new to the human game
shedding shards of a previous life for stagger and stumble
they struggle with their rise to full consciousness
meanwhile us the worms grovel mindlessly
and in our boredom meander in mud
only for the music
the resonance of music triggers cellular memories
collectively the group mind pines for past awareness
in that flash of former life I stand between the dimensions
paralysed by the before and after
of what I was and I am to become
I wonder will god talk to me when I am a worm
or will I the worm care about his words
will words transcend the transitional dilemma I face
falling from human through mineral and vegetable to animal
conversely worms are the building block
the soil that feeds the vegetable to the animal
so smugly I am a little god
talking organically to a big god
comparing experiences of life in the dimensions
far beyond that which is experienced by poor mortals
chained to their material existence
constrained by their social conscience
captured by their capriciousness
they hang to life
long after the dynamic stage has passed and faded
as their pathetic journey towards the ultimate sacrifice
food for the worm god
I atone
They atone
We atone
