You Are Real

I feel strange. My time space is no longer anchored by reliable faces. Memories have a way of speeding things up when you need a breath and slowing things down when a deadline menaces a beautiful skyline. The Gregorian Calendar used to handle like reinforced steel, but has turned into a plate of mashed potatoes. Each day has a distinct consistency of a tapering drug. You are almost here, but no quite. Each hello dissolves at the same speed of a goodbye. Most of my time is spent in imaginary thoughts preparing for a future that discounts my participation. One must constantly bargain into a hereafter that is pleased with itself. How real are we if documents mean more than our flesh. The amount of papers one must produce for a society to agree with the truth of being is staggering. All of you birth certificates, visas, passports, and licenses are pinned on a fading dream of adequacy. How many more agencies and magistrates must vouch for my existence? I AM who I AM. When God descends from a cloud, the first sector to crumble will not be brothels or casinos. It will not be your local DMV. Faithless chunks of concrete harboring a network of unbelieving ants will be decimated for making us unnatural to ourselves. How is a watermark more convincing than a birthmark? Faceless institutions require a handsome sum of money to consult with their other branches of absurdity. Who are these vicious usurpers of witness? A peacock is known by it's feathers. A jaguar will announce itself with a bite. Humanity is one step away from disproving itself. We have turned on every natural drive and have spurned anything that can not be hemmed up by bureaucracy. Hold on to your spirit before they make you register that with five year renewal fees. Where is the tall grass? Show me smoke arising from an open fire near adjoining huts. Give me over to another time where I would live half as long but twice as well. It is not clear how long this fiction will prevail. I only know that truth is closer to slime than it is to sterility. It clings to germs. Beware of sensibilities that would have you believe living things are the problem. These are the people that assign you a number in place of your name. It is better to go to sleep where sweet dreams and nightmares operates outside of legalistic charades.