Please Remember: Nothing Is Happening.
If metabolism is real, time is an illusion. The past and the future are here right now. You are everyone and everything; everything is you.
Welcome back to the waking world,
King of ghosts.
Can you read
The silence around you?
Shapes and sounds,
Colors and magic,
Raj & Ram,
Simran & Sia,
Deceptively narrating
The same timeless story?
Pay attention.
Not to the noise outside,
But the gurgling in your stomach.
Remember, the winds
Aren’t blowing northwards or south.
You breathe, get hungry,
You oxidize, you die.
You see things (and mercury)
You hear stuff (and waves)
You gravitate towards coordinates
Much like the stars do,
Sitting on the largest spaceship
You have ever known and built.
Metals gather rust,
Phones get dusty,
People get misty eyed
All the bloody time.
Nobody asked that
Special someone to be
Mean to you,
They never were.
They took their instructions
From that same place
Which tells flowers
How to be pretty,
And snakes, scary.
That friend of yours,
In flesh and blood (?)
Is exactly as shy
As the touch-me-nots you
Walk all over.
Hairless monkeys
With waxed nethers
And shapely ears
Are just as mimetic
As rats, pigs, lions, and wolves.
Monkey see,
Monkey do.
Monkey knows not.
Here comes the
Bigger blow.
You don’t exist either.
You’re like ChatGPT 19,
Or something to that effect.
As am I
And everyone (and everything) else.
We call it names,
We call it god,
We call it fate,
We call it luck,
We curse it with all our imagined hatred,
And we pine for our imagined love.
We seek strength,
Yet cherish weakness.
You & I, we did it together.
We built the pyramids,
Killed the Kennedys (Sorry Mick)
Blew up the dinosaurs,
And walked besides them too.
We dug them up,
And made up stories,
And forevermore,
We’ll keep doing this.
For us, a year.
For wolves, seven.
For flies, a century.
For metals, longer.
For plastics, forever.
It’s all the same.
Real time?
I laugh at the concept.
It’s as static and deceptive
As circles can be.
Don’t you see,
Out in the open,
The gods of the lost ages,
Fighting their daily battles,
In greasy kitchens,
As lovers, mothers, and fathers,
Friends, and foes,
Potters and Riddles,
All around you,
All the time?
Don’t the movies
Speak back to you,
Just like mirrors do,
And sometimes lakes too?
Jack & Rose,
Thor & Jane,
Sid-G & Yasho-D,
Ra-1 & Si-A,
Raj-2 & Sim-3?
Believe it.
Believe it now.
This is a dream
Worth living,
Never waking up from.
Nothing is real,
Nothing is happening,
Except you.
So smile, dance,
Make merry,
Tell stories,
Run, jump, sweat, orgasm.
Welcome back to the
Waking world,
King of ghosts.
Neo.
Steve.
Mohan.
Om.
