Figure It Out, Find Out

What's the problem?

Have you ever tried to figure out what they mean but it doesn’t make sense, like I need it said in so many words or else it’s going to take me a whole other way to even get there, to be able to step into anything resembling your thought? So lost; lost in the sands and each time I think I’ve found something it’s just another version of the same. Ancient grains piling up for just a second. Just a minute. Minute cowards and we keep losing track of what’s really ours.

It’s like it all stays the same for a reason, you know, everything’s already been said but it warrants repeating. Warrants repeating, that’s recidivism, ain’t it?

Same crime, same crime, and now, all of a sudden, without consultation or explanation, you’re shaped into the abuse and misuse. You are your crime. It’s criminal this defense and when I get defensive my attacker starts to materialize. If the thing in the shadows is the movement my brain wants so bad, why still is stillness still so scary still? Feel it eating from the outside, a wide jaw that moves to breathe to stay alive.

Is it such a transgression to be lost? Gotta break the code, break the cipher. Decipher decipher. What do you want to be when you grow up again? Maybe take the world uncomplicated and swallow more swallow more. Somehow time moves faster when there isn’t much to remember, it’ll soar little sore. It’ll soar into the tree of worlds existing outside our ground, high in the carousing canopy where the limit sets everyone free.

The limit does not exist. Calculate it and show your work. The proof the proof the proof is under the skin of the pudding but the curdling runs deeper than what we thought. Oh, it’s the horrors of scrape and escape appearing along dermatitis but the flush makes me white again, the colors they fear and I’ve colored me surprised. See the gasp an inhaler of life submitting to the startled sense of ready.go.ready.go.ready.go.ready.go.ready.go go go go go go go go go go

Headed deep into a headlong creep of a pinhead made to think that your face fits your head fits your body fits your dread, in the gut in the heart in the brain and torn apart. Weren’t we all saying something along the checkered lines of It’s what’s inside? Right on time, punctual down to the millisecond and unraveling the ravenous reveler that needs no introduction but Its.

So then, what’s inside?

Maybe what you’ve fed them. Up and away in the distance something howls, always bound to leave the bones because a trace is a trace left to the detectors, singing in the signing for the land dirt and sand. Swoop loop and the deed is run in the name of handshaking but not out of fear. I just can’t help it. Take over and steel the show because I’m not cold and I’m not scared and I’m not moved, yet the event keeps bumping and colliding a translation that keeps coming back to tremble.

Treble’s in trouble, hold on to the bass notes, watch the body quake watch the body quake.

… Quick …

Short steps shorts steps, step step step, step step step. Stay in the square so you can follow yourself through the waltz of life stepping on your toes, stepping on your toes. Leader be lead into the grave thinking that’s dead it’s dead we’re dead. How sadly sad can a madman become when he thinks he believes his anger isn’t his fear? It’s queer it’s odd it’s weirdly a typical. A great mundane standing over your ankle-biting baby, rife with attitude at an altitude that’s oh so out of reach, but every chip that’s bit may crunch the crumble and crumbs and crumbs and crumbs will scatter to the scavengers of shattered sorrows.

I don’t understand what I’ve misunderstood but I’m misunderstood as without understanding. The lineup lines up but they’re not under standing, they’re overruled in a place of small standing, smaller landing, and all around bad and-ings, where the burnt tips broil the sweet sounds of passed by to come back into crystal and back into crystal. The temperature it rises and the pressure it rises and the sublimation is sublime but I still can’t catch the vapors as they rise away from me. Up and away until captured they stay. Up and away, up and away.

Say it another way, say it again, phrase it and rephrase it then praise it and praise it and praise it. You saw something and you caught it, the Holy Ghost, the compromise that promised less demise, the proof that let the apple fall and knock some sense into you. The gravity, oh, the gravity. I missed that bullet. Stepped in front but it came from behind and went straight for my mind, straight to what’s mine, scrambling the sense and making dense the unreality I’m told is success. Transgressing recidivist with a forward fantasy reeling along at 35mm to feel the show, dance through the twilight and tap the shoulders of those and them who don’t care to share but it must be known that it can be done.

It can be done when a struggle approaches, don’t resist the attack, it’s not an exchange. Restraint for the parts that like to meet for the brawl, but I swear it can be done.

I swear it can be done.