"Apparently there is a great discovery or insight which our culture is deliberately designed to supress, distort and ignore. That is that Nature is some kind of minded entity. That Nature is not simply the random flight of atoms through electromagnetic fields. Nature is not the empty, despiritualized lumpen matter that we inherit from modern physics. But it is instead a kind of intelligence, a kind of mind." - Terence McKenna
Laying in a mildewed hammock
staring into the stars,
I prophesize the death of the universe
and listen to my thoughts
ramble endlessly
and when the white noise in my head clears
it becomes apparent -
It's time to escape the systems of old,
escape the present and ignore the future,
for time only leaves us in a
linguistic chaingang, a postmodern rut
To extract understanding
from the shattering fragments
of human language
that sit inside my cranium
To compose childlike games
from body language
to distract from the backbreaking
monotony of everyday life
It's time to burn down the sports bars.
to roam unselfconscious through
the jungles that created us,
for we are not are products of the
factory of mass-culture
but animals capable of infinite experience
