These are two sub-poems that are complementary and meant to be read as one piece. Three dashes will indicate the transition.
A tribesmen at night
On a hill
Looking to the stars
-A firelight-
Strange fabric statues
Twisting up up up to the stars
Gangly limbs
scarecrows to the old ideas
Alone-alone
Whizzing comets
The stars are your deity
You say, from this i will make my world
Singing! Chanting! The animal heart!
No
the human mind
there lies the soul
there lies emotion
the bed of humanity reason feeling being
Alone-alone
Listen the whistles of dreams in the thistles
Bloodied and battered
Mud and jeevecreeps (a product of your past)
Thumpthumpthump
Drumming!
Singing! Chanting! Dancing! The human heart!
Alone-alone
, from this i will make my world
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A sooty slutty soul on a hilltop
Decayed vestiges (the ruins of totems)
No sir im no human im all i am
imnoperson
-chemicals over a retinal glen-
feelie-touchie-what/do/i/mean.
Nothing at all
whoa
whoa
wow neat rocketship
who made it
not i
some gods i guess -who cares-
barricade my life
seventie years tied up then death
then oily inky death
no material
sand in the sieve
no world to make or past to counter
ten-sixty years of fast food
no identity
no i
no ego (not to something greater, but to my purchase)
only id
i am not me
i am a customer
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Social Schizophrenia
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