The Enlightenment

Brother, I don’t need salvation –

            shit I don’t want                      salvation, holiness, meaning

just make me part of                            everything

let me evolve with the other molecules

let me bounce from star to star            eventually.

Brother, I don’t need no                      symbols

no sacrifices, no selfish                       solace

no books by blessed cavemen.

I’m sorry but the clouds                      just rain

the sun just burns

we are all just used and                       recycled.

We are holy like potato bugs

we are blessed like potatoes

we are special like grass

we are immortal like                            now

we are passing like                              wisdom

we are scattered like                            truth

we are simple like                               sunrise

we are the sole cause of                      consciousness

we are the creators of                          cheeseburgers & gods.

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Poetry Super Highway

July, 2011