In Light of Lightning

In light of lightning
With positive on the rise
Negative always falling
From afar,
The charge.
The polarities , the gate-ways

The realities

The weight-
-ed truths of futures untold

As time unravels at the speed of light
The echo
The vibrations
The accommodation
The adaptation.

Adaptation.

That is essentially
What we , humans
of human nature
Were created to do.

The intent
The lack of pretense
the masks we wear
Conditioned to our forefathers
The foregrounds of aftermath
Instead of unlearning we are
Recreating
A flagon of confusion.

Flagon.
Wagon.
Wagonwheel
Bandwagon.

We all hop on it at some point
Hoping it would take us to where-
-ever it is we thought we would be.
But for what realities
To recreate
To reincarnate as a
Physical entity
Bearing a mind
Body
Soul
All wrapped into that same
Human shell
A skeleton key
That unleashes
Whose form of dream , fantasy
Colliding with presence, present, reality.

Future unravels
Unfurls
At the speed of light
But on a stormless day
The only light
That radiates
Is that star
Around
which the world
Revolves.

Revolve.
Involve
Revive.
Revolt.
To no longer be deprived of human nature,
The unconditioned self
The junior
The minor
Hiding in the dark
secretly retaining a spark
That can only be ignited through
The unshattered unscatteted parts
Of whatever it was you were creating
Deliberating
Debating
Recreating
Understanding
Understating
Under-evaluating
Under-rating

Contemplating
Commemorating
Considering all things
Unconsidered
Inconsiderate

Boundaries.
Why ,
Boundaries , the antithesis of liberty.
That liberation for years and a lifetime we seek
But why, on earth when it’s gifted
To you after years of relentless battle
After years of trading up your cattle
Upgrading
Uptaking
The uprising. Why,
The boundaries the lines
The conclusions you’ve drawn
All for the purposes of sacrificing your pawns
In order to save the queen
That version of your princess self
Yet to see
Your inner “queen”
Whatever it is you think that means,

Life is not a game of chess.

And even if it was
At the end of the game
The king and the queen
Return to the same box.

MG

30.4.17

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