Death and rebirth
all together in the hearse
represented in anomalies
because i’m not quite awake
nor in a R.E.M. state
since I already left my body and
defined my life within the dead space
I awake.

Gotta wait. Half baked. Decontaminate the slate.
Mathematics of the sacred, forsaken
taken to deflate
A new world awaits.

Diametric juxtaposed flows
golden ratios
I’m nervous from brain to toes
Quiet storm. They’re not concerned about the swirls
Looking up at the sky
everybody’s high.

Millennium generation.
Post 9-11. Eat bread unleavened.
Black and white. Hell and heaven.
Geometrical sedation. Emo-elation. Emulation.
Love over fear. Young woman dry your tears.
While young men toast and cheer for cheap beer.
Now their wom[e]n no longer stay near.