hourglass, you figure
04/11/2022
take part in my experiment:
let’s be hourglasses; flipped
upward with intrigue and suspicion.
let’s subvert agency; become suspended
as the very thing we are: time. minds
cannot be controlled. these capitalists
are delusional, attempting to subvert
the inception of ideas; thoughts themselves
as they rush in. you cannot pervade;
interrupt, or intersect a creative thought;
direct, regiment, or ritualize the process
of organically being inspired; polymorphing.
take part in my experiment:
let’s be hourglasses; spilling
sentience over the selves we mourn.
we our born from our pasts; reborn
as we dare to remember experience.
let us not cast out pain’s place in body,
mind, or time, but capture it’s silhouette;
dare to memorialize pain sans projection.
take part in my experiment:
excommunicate yourself from the corporeal
as we ground ourselves as the historical.
it’s radical to become more material
as you distance yourself from convictions,
I know. it can sometimes cost your soul—
separating yourself so audacious-veraciously
from the very idea of knowledge itself.
take part in my experiment:
levitate from the glass menagerie
of creative intent and output;
smash the glass of your self
you commit to as you to attempt to cut
or slice into the glass ceiling. the empathy
will always be capped within individuals
who can only protect their entitlement.
darling, we were meant to give—
but not give without first living.
I know it’s easy to forget this.
I’m here to challenge you to live.
darling, we were meant to give—
we are meant to be preserved
past the limitations of body and mind;
past philosophical, metaphysical things.
darling, we were meant to give—
but not glass we shed as we morphed:
the glass covered in bloods of regret;
misplaced intent. give; do not overextend.
take part in my experiment.
you are mincing a cryptic mosaic
together with glass broken upon metamorphosis.
you cannot reclaim energy it took to elevate
beyond the scope of that naïve body; soul.
you cannot let the world consume
that insatiable hunger; vitriol; curiosity
you cannot quell with unbound unknowns.
take part in my experiment.
you will (never) forsake knowledge itself;
never (un)learn things you wish you didn’t know;
never stop morphing beyond your viewfinder.
darling, you were born to merely sense.
do not erode the experience with questions;
wonders into why you never received
the knowledge-experience you’re accessing now.
darling, you were born to merely see.
do not waste time with perceiving;
you’ll never empathize from all angles.
you are three-dimensional, not geometric.
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