2004-03-18 - sarcophagus
I remember in this dream
where devotion was extreme
but behind the white back wall
there was a cavern in the hall
which led into a chamber with a coffin
it was a pharoah lying there
reflected torch on golden layer
dimly lit when came the voice that boomed the offing
"The Great Fraternal Order of the Brotherhood
cannot receive you right now"
so I thought,
"good!"
I didn't really want that anyway
I thought I would get along "ok"
and walked into a sunset so serene
or maybe that was in another dream
to some this may sound quite extreme
but things aren't always what they seem
I know that I'm reserved for something good
the instrument is fashioned from the wood
and overlayed with gold and I could see
the person in the pharoah's tomb was me
with a bull upon my chest
and a pretty funky vest
and other stuff I cannot quite recall
but all that I can tell you is the fall
is not irrevocable at all
there is a guiding intelligent force
and you will know it by discourse
the tree of life would shelter everyone
but canker worms have eaten up her gum
the sap is dry and hardened
there's a way we can be pardoned
the blood of deity from God the son
the reason he let evil think it won
when it nailed him to the cross
and it flaunted "I'm the boss!
and I crucify each soul who would defy
my mechanistic form of live and die
my brutal harsh machine
that will crush every regime
that would dare to voice an independant thought
I will nail each foe -- my tyrant will is wrought!
I will exercise my greater power right!"
and there the king laid down without a fight
and bore not only tortured effigy
but actually became the powers that be
took on the form of wicked devilry
and lesser sins all linked up by degree
with a strain: the mystery of iniquity
but anyway, there's much for you disciples to divide
there's somethings that the light can't try to hide
they're there by their own being
and they're something you're not seeing
till you turn around and wake up from the dream
and the dream that you wake up to is supreme
but some things you see are not quite what they seem
but you'll figure out what's true when it's love that you pursue
without thought for what you think or say or do
just a general care that emantes from you
and a simple kind of life that takes the time
to think about the things that make the climb
a very not so terrible thing to go through
after all, it's not an easy thing to do
to go against the grain of what feeds you
at the risk of being rude, won't you try this anti-food
it's surmisings mixed with laminated wood
c'mon right now, eat it, you'll feel good
ok, you need your space, I understood
just go at your own pace and check out the preface I know you will surface I didn't mean to try to fix you I mean not that you need fixin, baby... I was just saying you know more like get a fix... like hook uup... or get that satisfaction so satisfying that it outsatisfies all satisfyers or saturnflyers or satiricwriters or satyr female riders and hanging folder dividers and cubicle encounters and guys who hang and flounder as you yawn and start to drift into a dreamlike state of amotivated reflection... I really wish you'd pay attention but it's cool, I'll pray you get it by osmosis...
osmosis...
osmosis.
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