le Square.

   What's the next step?

When waking life has turned into a tourist trap,

and your house is filled with plastic-wrapped plastic crap

and even the stairway to heaven seems lined with a

gold covered

high-fructose

polystyrene banister.

Whats the price tag on salvation?

Whats the hash tag on your distraction?

Whats the sound of our demise?

If you despise the enterprise, you'll be left oiling fries for eternity.

yet what i yearn to see

is a shift

in perception

a change

of direction

from peering out from behind movie collections 

to using discretion when choosing at the next election

or, in perfection

beginning to reclaim some of this spiritual power

instead of doling it out

half hour by half hour

from the comfort of a lazy-boy locked in the recline position

and as the misses salts butter in the kitchen 

and i swallow my prescription for higher blood pressure

i understand honesty here is too kind a gesture

i'm sure there's a legal team somewhere to rip me to shreds should i 

DARE insinuate the cure is to get out of bed and stop shoving factory food through our gullets.

there is this thing

called mastication

and though i know it sounds a bit like masturbation 

if i could just pull my hand from my inseam

I'm talking appreciation for more than the t.v. station which shows the most titty.

such as:

Who dimmed the stars in the city?

when did the committee on painting the night fluorescent orange sit in?

did they all maniacally grin 

and say "Let's begin"

to our endless chagrin?

or was it simply

Overlooked?

were we really 

Overtook

by the imported importance of being afraid of the darkness?

Yet,

you cannot know light unless you also know dark

and that said, let my voice be the spark of recollection

I'll remind you of your present perfection until you get the hint.

because i see,

behind the glint in your eye

We don't buy into the lies out of sheer power of our will.

We were all simply caught up in the thrill

of losing a one-dollar bill

to test our skill

at a game of street fighter.

Now let that spark hit the lighter as we engulf you in flame

show me your face before you ever had a name

before the conditioning began to take place

before your parents ever conceived their embrace

what was your game

in the space between the space?

and for that matter,

point to the rat-race

Which part of your luminous soul was served the task

 of serving an economy
that no longer serves you?

not trying to unnerve you here

but we're all going to die.

the sooner we can come to terms with this

the sooner we can stop just getting by

and start demanding a living!

after all, its yours for the giving.

so what do you demand?

Is it really bands of white hands bombing the shit out of brown people?

and where did we get that?

the good book under the steeple?

the signatures below "all men are created equal"?

Drop whats not yours

nature abhors redundancy

don't believe me?

come and see

you show me the duplicate snowflake,

show me the pattern the wind will take

as it dances in the street.

and what of your feet?

do they follow another's print,

stuck in the mud?

do you chew the same cud you did last week?

spit these electronic opinions from your mouth and 

move on, baby get your groove on, maybe even

do this thing together

see, we're birds of a feather,

and that's whether you wanna weather the weather or not.

you've got skills

that I haven't got.

unity only comes through community

yet community only comes through individuality

so that's not me claiming a duality

its more a formality

a way to point to a reality

that's best expressed by saying what beats in your chest

moves the rest of the galaxy

in fact

the universe.

so before they steal your flesh for a hearse

rid your self of the curse of dying along side it.

you're the ocean, baby.

find a wave 

and ride it.