Touching Lips

Chanting and crashing while the world fizzes out
the world of eye level mirages, neverless with the infrastruture in place to inflict pain through the epidermis of illusion
using decisions made in committe rooms to keep the necromancy policies thriving ,
picking through paranoia and enjoying it.

And then walking through casinos and hospitals
hearing sounds of of desperation on both sides of the waiting rooom walls
and hearing the sounds of feeding compulsions and obsessions into the slots,
bell and whistle recall as the blood is drawn per requisition.
Cerebrally counting events, past and future, summing up and then getting an illumination from a faraway star,
what's in your head just the tip of it.
Down the hall radiation treatments kill cells and draw memories out into the open,
travelling through time , space just sitting there waiting.

While at the same time revelations rain on the wastelands
pealing like bells against isolation as thoughts fall in exhaustion
finding out how it feels to be a piece of driftwood washing up on a beach
the vibe of the tides in the eyes
scanning the area for the practitioners of mercy.
The cool cool truth touching lips.