I had a friend who starved himself;
he said he wanted his skin just
taut enough to see
the support structure that
keeps his softer side
fighting gravity...

I had a friend who shaved her head;
she said she needed to see that
egg shell skull
that trapped her ego,
her identity...
She had to crack it open.
she wanted the answer to that question:
"where am I?"

A New World Dawning...

Start off here, here, and here (which, it was scary enough hearing a Reaganite and some republicans make similar claims, but fuckme, when an oil company does it, you know something is up).

First, in spite of the somewhat arrogant, self-righteous, omnipotent manner I sometimes tend to project myself as, I'll be the first to admit that I am not an expert in anything, at all.

That said, I'm somewhat worried by the fact that, from what I've seen, even in essays and articles and speeches that accept the dire situation that peak oil production poses to the US...well, what I would call the "american way of life," very few have applied the consequences beyond energy and transportation headaches. Petroleum is used in just about everything, from plastics to fertilizers to the gas for our beloved automobiles.

But what is more unnerving is the extent to which our entire culture is founded on cheap oil. I cannot foresee anything other than collapse, unless there is vast reformation, now; but I cannot see any motivation, any imperative, any desire to change. We are a citizenry asleep, a nation of horses with blinders...sheep.

When comfort is stripped away from us, what is there with merit in itself, that will prevent catastrophic destruction and total social up-heavel? Where are the "ubermen?"


(I realize that globally, the impact of peak-oil will be historical, to say the least. My focus, however, is to try and figure out how it will play out in my country...granted this must take all of the rest of the hemisphere and world into consideration, but when I think of the US, I think that we have a unique cultural disposition to being especially negatively impacted. Until this happens, however, I still believe that we can advert, or at least cushion, the blow, if we only make a few changes in how we see ourselves and our environment.)

The Need for Restructuring....

Balance. Balance. Balance.

To the extent that the current form of our Government has lost its sense of balance (being kind enough to assume that it was there in theory to being with...) it is failing us. Numerous examples serve to support this claim; I personally feel that the support need not be repeated, especially since it is quite blatant, even in the mainstream wash-out that passes for news.

So, what we need are solutions.

To begin, where as our problems nationally are bureaucratic in nature, bureaucracy is not the problem. Though it's taken me many years, I have come to accept that anarchy is absurd. It cannot exist in human society, since it is, by definition, truly anti-social, regardless of the niceties that the black and red kids try to give it. Suggesting any sort of order, which is a fundament of society (again, by definition), is automatically something other than anarchy. All things that are in existence today are expressions of some sort of order.

Unfortunately, it has been characteristic of "Western" thought to be anthrocentric, to the point of forgetting that we are, in fact, animals. That said, we are a certain type of animal. We are animals who have the social complexities of our ape ancestors and relatives, combined with cognitive and technological inheritance which we have advanced, in our own right. These have allowed us a singular position in this global system, but it has not freed us from that system.

But these are not the points that I am arguing in this post...at least not explicitly...

I would argue that the changes that we need, taking as granted that government form is a reflection of the popular culture, fall essentially into two categories: structure and focus. Since these exist in a dialectic relationship, separating one from the other and the effects of one on the other is impossible. Further, perhaps this is a somewhat egomaniacal, the intention of this post is not so much to present total ideas as it is to, hopefully, spur conversation and debate with anyone that reads this (so please, comments are more than welcomed). So, I will write a brief sketch of some of my ideas.

Focus:
Socialism is not a dirty word. Game theory is showing that the only way to insure maximum success is to minimize competition; meaning that, instead of competing, we cooperate. Sounds simple.

Simple conservation laws (the physical, not legal, kind) prove that the indefinitely expansionist economic model is fiction, not to mention bad fiction at that. Finitude means exactly that; limits exist, so equations must be balanced by us or they will be balanced for us (most likely in a way that is not so kind to us humans, or more specifically, since this country is my focus, to the US). In WWII, the Nazis planned to crash the British economy by flooding the streets with counterfeit currency...and yet we make money by making money? This concept of limits and balance within those limits applies to everything from our conception of medicine to our market models to education. BUT, balance does not mean stagnation.

Okay, this may seem to be a bit more directed at our culture, but as I typed above, it applies because of that...Celebrity should reward merit (by extension, legitimacy), not the other way around.

There are others, but these will do for now...

Structure:
First and foremost, to the extent that we as US citizens desire true democracy, or something that is a close approximation to it, we should do away with the Executive branch. It is more than possible to distribute its powers, as well as the all-important checks and balances, between the Legislative and Judicial branches. (If we want consolidated power, it should be in the hands of those most qualified to lead and rule...and megalomania is not a qualification.)

Being limited by necessity (see above), the nation-state model of the US as a single entity and "its states" as sub-level entities needs to be reevaluated. In fact, I think that one of the original conceptions of the US as a federation of interdependent states should be reexamined. The central federal government should handle universals: travel, trade, healthcare, education, communication, utilities, and defense (until it can be phased-out).

For the sake of keeping this brief, I'll leave these as being some of the changes, in an abstract form, that need to be and can be made.

God is.

This is a brilliant article, well worth reading.

It seems like our culture is rapidly cycling towards that crash that nihilism warns of, when all of this is pointed out as nonsense founded on even more nonsense, leading to a possible violent crash, because common morality is proven to be bunk.

This doesn't have to happen. There is an irrefutable a priori that can serve as a foundation for a new way of embracing our old thoughts. There is reason to both embrace and question our spirituality, to pursue those paradoxes that seem to paradoxically define us.

Order. Order is a priori. For simple proof, ask yourself this question, "Can I think chaotically?"

The answer to this question doesn't quite free one from skepticism, yet. Just as Descartes didn't escape the skeptic's dilemma by proving his own existence, simply proving the order in one's own thoughts does not necessarily prove anything else, until more evidence is provided...

But that evidence does exist, I think. All one needs to do is seek it out.

There is something to found our morality on, bigger, more real, more stable than the figments, the absurdities, and abstractions that "right and wrong" are based on now. Religions have that Truth; I think it has unfortunately just been lost, in many ways, because of our own limitations of speech and reliance on cognitive short-cuts to explain things that are far beyond our ability to fully articulate. But I do not think that this limitation means that we are limited in our ability to seek and discover what it is, to accept it, embrace it, to accept our portion of it, to embrace our being a part of it...

But how is one supposed to live according to this knowledge when it's still just speculation at the moment?

a presentable revision...after about a year...

They're strong
with the forceful thousands and thousands of Blank Eyes;
and plastic flags that hang on Main Street flutter
in dead air...
so, there's no need to question them,
even to ask what the matter is, because
cartoon police patrol the city streets
leaving no room for rags
or musicians--
because
"Safety" was circumscribed into loops and downward spirals
by circular arguments
or by mutes, the Inheritor,
and a sinkhole that formed in the middle of downtown,
after de-rail-abrations
chipped off accidental crumbs from the Piecrust.

Well, the policrats still come down here
scamming us to buy bigger and bigger guns,
Threatening and robbing
those who didn't vote for the Son;
but I was too young the first time, and the second
he had the momentum of a country that'd half-lost its mind
(i voted nader)
So the deficit just keeps growing
But complaints are only heard at the pump line
shhhhh...they might hear
[but I'll ask Her for you anyway...]
"...could this really be the end?"
Oh, I'm STUCK in the wake of the American Century,
with the post-postmodern Blues, again...

though what's far worse,
my hands are smooth and clean;
and strangers claim to be familiar,
so the familiar must be strange...
and distracted by the green changed season,
i can't seem to tell time

click.

Simple Truth...

It's sad that rational dialogue has been largely discouraged in this country, more so when legitimate opposition (of which there is sadly a limited amount) is easily discredited as a bunch of quacks and conspiracy theorists...

Here's an excerpt of a recent Zblog post by Chomsky...

There are no “conspiracies,” and it has nothing to do with “brutal men.” True, individuals influence decisions, but within a very narrow framework of choices. And that framework very largely derives from the concentration of domestic power, not surprisingly. That does leave a range. Thus the people around Bush happen to be committed to an unusual extent to serving very narrow concentrations of wealth and power and transferring costs to the great majority of the population and to future generations. Looking at who they are, and where they come from, it’s not hard to understand their role at the extreme of a pretty narrow spectrum.

Here's something else worth looking at...

a poem

A family crossed the quad on a warm spring Sunday at UNC-CH: two boys, a mother, a father

A reflection:

I was once a toddler,

running, struggling to keep up,

my hand out stretched

reaching for the safety and assurance

of being led,

of slowing you down.

I grew.

At five, I ran,

charged ahead to find a world not

found by second-hand experience or

truth. I and my imagination were

Creator, Author:

I was God.

Then came physics and gravity

and experience and understood

insignificance, ignorance, and embarrassment…

I rejected

denied

escaped

embraced skepticism as

the most efficient destructive

tool,

until the scaffolding shook and

I was forced to cling

to something

or ____

So that now I feel dumb,

tormented by simplicity

—by that simplicity which we all always know—

tap-dancing

tip-of-the-tongue

elusive to that singular embrace which could end

this absurdity.

"set vel free," and "turn it blue..."

Today at noon in the pit (the one that Sonic Youth sang about), there was a rally in support of Ms Vel Dowdy, which culminated with the demonstrators marching through Lenoir Dining Hall, her former place of work. Many believe that Ms Dowdy's arrest is more so a tactic of intimidation, of which the University has a long history, in response to her activity with the formation of UE-150. Besides UNC's long history of workers' rights abuses, which arguably can be traced back to it's very founding, as seen by the White names that adorn buildings built by the sweat of Blacks (slaves and the poor freed), this case is further complicated by the fact that dining services are taken care of by contract with Aramark...who, simply put, suck when it comes to workers' rights (including collective bargaining and livable wages). Because Ms Dowdy is a beloved member of the UNC family (which excludes jackass bureaucrats and other worthless money stealing upper management-types...like the Board of Governors and such), students, both organized activists and individuals, are uniting with union activists to try and petition Aramark to drop their charges (which include embezzlement, for letting kids up to eat the shitty food of Lenoir without making them pay) and to reinstate her.

And in other news, UNC's men's basketball team is gearing up for a throw-down in St Louis, tonight...

strange times.

a moment of weakness

tiring,

this weight, this inheritance:

the blood soaking of conquerors and a million or more murders

and my hands are

oily slick with history and

the white-washed bleaching of

pledge allegiance to the corner

of the industrial classroom.

Straining with that burning want of

chaos and

a cigarette choked scream

of desiring to be the bomb—

she’s my hope for the future…

hope that something will come after us.

as she stands guard

in the beauty of nuclear glow

and irony

like falling stars and lightning bugs in july,

to keep june bugs buzzing and bumbling

they can’t seem to grasp the concept of

solid limits and boundaries…

though if I had the chance I’d probably

reveal myself to be that which I

am still a number in the system…

and I’ve spoken too much already.

like a self-serving raised and shaky fist,

a trite attempt to be something abstract.

BULLSHIT

bullshit

what's there to say?....it's march...

Driving back to Chapel Hill from Hickory, I40east, on a grey rainy Easter Sunday...the kicker was seeing the crow waddling around the right shoulder. That made me smirk and think, "Com' on..no one writes like that anymore..."

first poem written in a long while...

I must confess,

I was on that down-stroke earlier today

—the world can be too much, at times—

not nearly as dramatic as the negative pole,

more like a piston.

One day, maybe, it will be that beauty that is in a

pendulum…kinetics;

otherwise I’m just a boy chasing rabbits, claiming

to debate the proper syntax of a fist,

and just what sort of connotation that

holds.

but for now, I’m just Holden Caulfield again

(and I hate the implication of that)

We have problems.

sad

and in other news... CNN went from reporting on this story to reporting about a fucking "brain boot camp..." and then Ms Schiavo is not allowed to die in comfort... Instead of giving her an overdose of, say morphine, and allowing her to die with some semblance of dignity, the choices are starvation (the decision of a federal court) or continuance of "life" by machines (fuck Congress)...and goddamnit, the planned kidnapping Letterman's kid...Michael Jackson...

"News from CNN" is enough to make one want to embrace the bomb... utter rubbish
...........


We need a change in culture, simple as that.

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If you came here by way of a search engine looking for hot xxx action, I'm sorry... Sucks to be duped, doesn't it?

I'd encourage everyone to click here...

hope...because, goddamnit, we (or at least I) need some...

First, not that any of this is really all that shocking...but I like Chomsky and this is a good article.

Now, for the hopeful part... My little sister, nearing the age of fifteen, said today, after watching his normally inspired and valid rant, "I'm going to write Andy Rooney in, for the next election." I laughed and said, "Right on..."

This is quite honestly painful to have to post...

I used to think that a strong sense of safety existed in Chapel Hill...I am stunned.


I hope to have more to post on it soon.

To Dr Gonzo: You've touched many; you'll be missed...

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro...
...though perhaps even the most professionally weird burn out.

Strange and sad times in this foul year of our lord, 2005...

Freaks of all generations have been dealt a swift and forceful blow...Thompson took his life last night at his Colorado compound... As many have commented, this comes as a surprise... Thompson was a character larger than life, some sort of strange singular mutant, if you will...

I'm not entirely sure how to comment on the death of Hunter S Thompson (1937-2005)...honestly, I didn't personally know the man and it's only been a few short years since I was introduced to him first-hand by reading his classic Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas...I can say that I, like many, have been affected by that "introduction..."

Though from reading his espn.com page2 column, he definitely appeared to be aging...My thoughts are that it finally caught up with him. Not the guns, fast cars, boozing and such, but what was behind it all, the work to stay out of the norm... His writing grew tired, more so after this past election. Maybe, "They" finally broke him.

Which brings me to my inability to decide how to look at his suicide: is it yet another example of bitching-out and hiding from the world, more permanent than a mountain ranch or a Riviera dream home? Or is it furtherance for the argument of sustainability?

Thank you for touching our lives, Doc. Sorry to see you go...

On Language

Given the significance that Language has, the blatant and tacit ways in which it influences and is shaped by human thought and life, it is a futile undertaking to try and condense an argument for even its definition into three printed pages. I ask the reader to overlook any minor holes.

As tends to be its effect (if not intent), science has called into question most previously held conventions regarding languages. As Chomsky illustrates with his paradox, languages are indefinite objects, thus he suggests that linguistics is actually “the study of grammars.” By abstracting away the untidiness of human speech acts and the associated tangles of culture and sociopolitics, linguists are able to better tease out their true goal of a Universal Grammar. Much like the difference between the simple trajectory formula and data collected from a test trajectory, however, abstracting too much from a language to reach its grammar risks accuracy in a study’s interpretation of the true nature of the event, the active use of a language. Beyond this, a strictly formal conception of the linguistic object possesses ambiguity in itself: —how are other forms of symbolic thought and behavior not part of Universal Grammar; and how are they to be separated? Or to be slightly heavy-handed, how is it not absurd to separate the human element out of a human technology?

I suggest that a synthesis is needed, in which the subjective human variable is taken as a major part of Language and its study. This can be done by taking a broader anthropological approach, which defines languages in cultural terms as social artifacts (in the Durkheim sense) that are bound to a specific group, time, space, and history. By maintaining the ideology of cultural relativism, which is based on the same intuition that there exists an underlying system, linguistics could search for the Universal Grammar, not as an abstraction, but as a real system. Thus studying languages - —systems of vocalized symbolic expression - —as systems interrelating with other human symbolic thought and action could lead to a systematic description which is rigorous and malleable enough to fulfill the requirements of both formal linguistic investigation and sociolinguistic evaluation. To support this claim regarding synthesis, I will appeal to three unorthodox, subjective, figurative sources, with the hope of formulating a definition of Language which is more in-tune with the larger common “human condition.” With this in mind, I must point out the potential for “global west” bias, given that I and my three sources are part of “Western” popular culture, though perhaps not exactly the mainstream.

I will appeal to three songs - —“Keep Talking” by Pink Floyd, “Humble Mumble” by Outkast, and “Schism” by Tool - —as support for developing a definition of Language. The use of musicians to gather insight into the nature of Language presents interesting opportunities, since recorded music can be seen as a combination of both oral and literate traditions. With regard to concision, however, there is the risk of easily taking tangential paths due to fact that context is needed to present the songs as complete messages and interpret their meaning accurately (since, as McLuhan has asserted, "“the medium is the message”").

Due to their intensely personal style and perspective, information regarding the members of Pink Floyd is needed to understand their music; however, as with all art, their music and song meaning is approachable without such knowledge. Regarding The Division Bell (1994), it seems that personal context, more so than other albums, helps to put it into perspective. Briefly, this album was the second release by the band since David Gilmore took the creative lead, after the departure of former band mate and childhood friend Roger Waters, who was forced to take the lead when former front man and childhood friend Syd Barrett left the band in the early 60’s due to mental illness (who was also a friend of and replaced by David Gilmore). In the years since Barrett, Pink Floyd’'s music has explored concepts of isolation, especially that which is caused by mental instability and the inability to cope with society. Ironically, these themes and the phenomenon of stardom contributed to the eventual departure of Waters, after recording The Wall and The Final Cut. Thus, having passed middle-age, David Gilmore takes on these themes once again in The Division Bell from a slightly different, more mature, perspective. Focusing on the song “Keep Talking,” two features are worth noting; first, the use of Dr. Hawking’s “voice” (that of his synthesizer) which I will return to, and second, the effect that the call and response has on the listener. The combination of Gilmore’s lyrics (see below), voice, and that of the accompanying vocalist creates the juxtaposition of isolation in speechlessness and estrangement in silence, often caused by communication breakdowns. Both are quite vividly expressed, creating the feeling of that specific aching silence which cannot be described in conventional terms. Returning to Hawking’s “voice” in the song, he "speaks" the introduction and a reply to the call and response (see below). Considering Hawking’s life, disabilities, and his status as a lecturer, his “presence” shifts the attention from the silences to the voice of an individual (perhaps, begging the question of what constitues one's voice). Thus, Pink Floyd seems to be presenting language as a possession of individuals, between individuals, which allows us to connect intimately with each other. Further, Floyd illustrates our yearning for that connection when it is not available.

Outkast, the hip-hop duo of Antwan “"Big Boi"” Patton and Andre “"3000”" Benjamin, presents another aspect of language on Stankonia (2000). This album reveals an evolution of the group from their debut Southernplayalistic (1994). It is an expansion and refinement of their original style which, fitting to their name, has as a core characteristic the “tradition of "offering their fans deep thought provoking social commentary”" (outkast.com) from the perspective of the disenfranchised. This is the case for “Humble Mumble,” in which the two, along with guest vocalist Erykah Badu, make statements (subtle and not-so-subtle) regarding the sociopolitical aspect of language. Perhaps the most distinguishing feature of the song is the near unintelligible speed with which Big Boi and Andre deliver their verses, characteristic of “Dirty South” hip-hop. This somewhat conceals what is being said. Bellow the dazzling stream of words lie several bold contrasts (see below), those of humor and seriousness, laughter and crying, the heard and the unheard. Taken as a whole, this song expresses the notion that a language is a social construct, often times used to differentiate and stratify people, or worse, to discriminate against a group or individual. At the same time, “Humble Mumble” recognizes that speech has the potential to inspire, educate, and reform, thus seeing the positive and negative aspects of a language as a social artifact.

Taking a still broader sense of Language and its significance, Tool expresses the notion that communication holds personal, social, and spiritual importance for many humans in the song “Schism.” As with the other two groups, Tool’'s Lateralus (2001) marks a key point in their development as a band and as individuals. Though Tool has been perhaps one of the most metaphysically challenging popular artist groups since their inception, they seem to have reached a break-through on this album, further developing their questions and investigations into the human species. Lateralus seems to be on the brink of that spiritual enlightenment, promised or sought after by many world religions. This holds true for all of the tracks on this album. In listening to “Schism,” it is easy to recognize the main theme, that communication breakdowns cause pain; however this is almost "Zen-like" in its deceptive simplicity. Further examining the song, one finds allusions to “"deity-speak/word”" creation stories, historical events, specifically the Great Schism, and simple (relatively speaking) inter-human intimacy (see below). Through this use of references, Tool portrays Language, though more importantly its application through communication, as having the potential for humanity'’s greatest possibilities of love, spirituality, and peace; and at its breakdown, our worse characteristics of hate, sin, and war.

A thread which links these three views of Language is that all three express the active nature of Language. Though synchronic rigor is necessary for any scientific study, it must be understood that a diachronic perspective is needed to fully describe the system, as it is, in motion. In his book Language, Bloomfield describes a human without language as being on an equal level with other animals, because ne must rely on nesself, alone, for survival. He continues to write that a language grants each individual the skills and aid of all the other members of a linguistic community, by allowing for group cohesion and cooperation. Therefore, I suggest that Language is Universal Grammar, in that it is the human capacity for communicative speech, and that what is commonly referred to as "“languages"” are simple variations in the realization of the system, due to systematic geographic, historical, and social factors.

Pink Floyd: Division Bell-Keep Talking

For millions of years mankind lived just like animals
Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk

There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now
Why won't you talk to me
I can't seem to speak now
You never talk to me
My words won't come out right
What are you thinking
I feel like I'm drowning
What are you feeling
I'm feeling weak now
Why won't you talk to me
But I can't show my weakness
You never talk to me
I sometimes wonder
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here
What are you feeling

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

Why won't you talk to me
I feel like I'm drowning
You never talk to me
You know I can't breathe now
What are you thinking
We're going nowhere
What are you feeling
We're going nowhere
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

Outkast: Stankonia-Humble Mumble(feat Erykah Badu)

[Andre 3000]
Ahhhh I stank I can, I stank I can
The funky engine that could
Oooo oooo yosky, wosky, pisky, wisky
All aboard the Stankonia Express
The underground smell road
Everybody's lookin' for an excuse to let loose
What's your locomotive, the chatter and the choo choo

[Hook:Andre 3000 and Erykah Badu]
Humble as a mumble in the jungle
Of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
[Repeat]

[Big Boi]
Back on the microphone, your number one controller
I rock the microphone like a blizzard;
I'm so cold I'm tryin' to hold ya
Life is like a great big roller coaster
Everything in life don't happen like it's suppose to
Trials and tribulations make you stronger live longer
You wanna reach the nation nigga start from ya corner
Everything in life don't always happen like you plan it
Demand it; over stand it then you handle it
Fuck wishing you, you missing the ambition on your mission
Now you switching why you quitting 'cause it's heated in the kitchen
Sloppy slipping in your pimping nigga
You either pistol whoop the nigga or you choke the trigger
You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams
"No Weapon Formed Agains Prospers" 54:17
From Isaiah lay a nigga down and spray 'em
If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play 'em

[Hook]

[Andre 3000]
Too Democratic, Republic fuck it
We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket
Blue-collar scholars, who'll take your dollar and wipe my ass wit it
You living for the lotto never hit it, I met a critic
I made her shit her draws
She said she tought Hip Hop was only guns and alcohol
I said "Oh hell naw!" but yet it's that too
You can't discrimahate because you done read a book or 2
What if I looked at you in a microscope saw all the dirty organisms
Living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it "whoo"
To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote
And a quote for collision the decision
Is do you want to live or wanna exist
The game changes everyday so obsolete is the fist and marches
Speeches only reaches those who already know about it
This is how we go about it

[Hook]

[Erykah Badu]
I'm wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree
And I'm free, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I flow, just like a brook, a stream, the rain
And I fly, just like a bird up in the sky
And I'll surely die, just like a flower plucked
And dragged away and thrown away
And then 1 day it turns to clay
It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way
And there it lays until the rain and sun
Then I breathe, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding
And it's beautiful, that's life and that's life
And that's life and that's life

[Hook]

[Andre 3000 Speaking]
Humble as a mumble in the jungle
Of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams
Y'all can't harm me, it's over

Tool: Lateralus-Schism

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it,
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

between supposed lovers
between supposed brothers.

And I know the pieces fit.

Hope...