blather and bother
Oh the tortured soul inside this pleasure body, or maybe it’s the other way around.
The dichotomy has me bound and gagged, snagged on the ragged same old way it ever was.
Rock of Ages, rock me to sleep with a real rock, kee-rack.
Munch though you might, you shan’t find nourishment in that stony meal, so deal with your reality as though it was real.
Feel your own buttocks, the weight pressing you tight against the world and recognize that pull to the planet as your own denied desire to merge with what emerges into the light.
On this bright silent night of the soul, you’re ready to roll on a downhill groove, move through your changes faster and fitter than before.
If only you could score the soundtrack to this blockbuster!
Passing muster this time will take more than just showing up with your fleshy parts forefront and your mindcloud out to lunch, buster.
Don’t act so flustered; you wrote your part in this play long before today.
If you wished to edit or alter the way it goes, your chance came and went with plenty of warning. Now, your egg yolk rocket fuel has been spent for better or more likely worse.
No point cursing the worst when you can bless the best and test the rest.
Traveling as the crow flies is all well and good for a crow, but for we, the slow and winding road is the only way.
There’s no avoiding cracks and crevices while gravity digs your grave, baby, but maybe letting yourself fall a little further would finally wrest you through the rest of this mess.
Of course, success depends on following a trend to its proper conclusion, and predict though you might, you can never be right.
Delight is therefore the logical and proper response to such surprises as are generated by this random play at work.