(no subject)

[wheresomego]

Christ came to me in a dream once
but I don't remember it
because I have this amazing dreamcatcher to destroy such diversions.
but what of you?
where do you fit into meaningless new religions and old phobias?
how can normality spread like cancer cells upon your battlements?
did I destroy those beautiful old walls and pave the fortress for suburbia?
the evening keeps these thoughts from pouring out of me,
and I wish I had something to pour them into,
but I don't, and they fester and grow into revolutionary cliches.
not possession. not pride. not anything worthwhile to you.
but they might be the kind of things that
you choose not to understand,
or pretend not to understand.
Can't is different than won't,
and moral relativism is different from uncertainty,
but the blurred lines refuse me again and again.
tree-lined streets meet back alleys that thirst,
but the water is bottled and normalized for consumption...
and the blind lead the blind until the optometrist goes out of business.

the remains are braille and illegible scribbles.