in the line of light

hiding the unconscious before the cops get here
they don't respect your privacy
there is no privacy as far as they're concerned
its all a battle to maintain stability
a variation of 1984 , but with better jokes twisted up with bitter irony


So in the middle of hiding the unconscious , but it can't be hidden ,
maybe disguised, freaks in the sights of the satellites

the Earth and its Nature backdrop for for the Big Eye constantly refocusing
Paranoia in paradise makes for sensual panic attacks.
Paradise doing what it does best , deflecting consciousness, connecting with consciousness
in a schizoid loop
its a habit, hard to break it
to break thru it

To forget and remember
Forget the ugliness remember the beauty
or else reframe the ugly and become untamed by the beauty
Take a position that's maybe twisted maybe risky, when getting unstuck from junkie missions and make- a -monkey- out -of -me juxtapositions
conjured up in the cookie cutter colleges run by football theologists and applied to the young and curious with the womb still at the back of their minds.


from wombs to and bomb shelters
life pushing its way out of the spookiness and into the line of light