From a Dream
I made a promise, a vow.
When the drug was at full strength, then my mind was trounced.
Tossed like a ship on the sea. I promised I would quit.
One of them said to me, “I don’t like you”. Another stated, “You’re stinky.” A third spat at me, “You’re perverted.”
The trees only care about themselves. After I mentioned their grievances, their demeanor changed. Then they smiled and waved at me from the breeze.
I see a story. A woman scatters the ashes of her husband. She curse his memory while grinding his ashes into the ground with the soles of her feet.
What will be my memory when it is my turn to leave the Earth? What will they say should they visit my grave?
I see the quail.
It appears perfect. As perfect as any of the birds.
Then there is an extra tuft of plumage atop the crown.
A crown of beauty. A crown of extra dispensation.
How does one get that little extra and is it to be desired?
We search for someone who is a better version of ourselves.
We place them upon the mantle as the leader of our tribe.
Maybe I should stop searching.
Maybe I should save the world instead.
I see a man lifting weights on the patio of his home.
I see a man lifting weights in the courtyard of the prison grounds.
They separate themselves into tribes.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream…
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
Did you notice, they used the word, Gently.
Righteousness listens silently as the others sin with their lips. Righteousness is in the same room as the one you are in.
Righteousness moves forward and back through time. When he arrives at the present, he erases the past.
