symptoms

we show symptoms of a collective psychosis-your arms cannot hold this
temporary notice
we bleed colors that have no focus, skip doses
we cannot lie, we see past your eyes
this comes as no surprise
we fathom new methods to design a template that works fine
wishing relief would settle in like good wine
hits our minds-we make progress toward goals of releasing toxic messages
that have entered our awareness
blurried our sight
caused us to fight
when all we wanted was peace
and a permanent release
from the grasp of these symptoms
the clasp of this suffering-and still
we know how to lighten the burden
we laugh with intention
like our brand of madness will outshine the sun
and eclipse the moon
and we reference the stars to recall our origins
and we reference the ocean to give birth to our spirits
because elemental knowledge connects us to truth
and nature holds some keys we grow desperate for daily
itching to be called back home
knowing there was some kind of home before this one that did not imprison us inside flesh although the flesh is some sort of gift to our minds that we can shape with our intent, and attacks are constantly made on this truth
while structures are built around shallow pools to wade in, to wait by, to see dry
we tear apart structures holding us hostage only to discover new enemies, the peace is elusive the road treacherous, yes.
and media will lull us into great sleeping patterns, the kind with no dreams
we fall apart at the seems
the mountains start to weep at the company we keep until avoiding disaster becomes commonplace and catastrophe gets a hold on us and
animals sense us from miles away-start screeching
preachers keep preaching
words falling on deaf ears
indoctrination creates symptoms that we begin to recognize in each others
eyes
yes-
comes as no surprise.