In between aeons
In between styles
In between tram tracks and horse-drawn carriages
In between intercontinental flights and airport terminals
In between gas tanks and world wars
In between the pages of an Elven fantasy
and
The stage coach industrial propriety of this
someplace other than here unreachable, unatttainable Then There
In between the repeatlessness of this eternal moment
and
The cogs of the clock that invented the internal combustion engine
In between the scream of a live birth
and
the laugh of a death’s exhalation
In between short skirts and long dresses
In between lazy flip-flops and fascist high heels
In between dimensions and the right to be woman, animal, Black
In between the leaves of trees of old world forests
In between the fashions and remixes and boredoms and ecstatic exhilarations
In between socialists and republicans,
In between Christians and Moors
Where are we
Where are we
In between the wings of a butterfly causing an effect
In between repression and free love
In between the moaning, cracking continents slowly slamming together
In between the silken sticky strands of a spider’s web
In between the crew cuts of brain washed bullet resistant helmets
And
the letting of hair to grow long with questioning and revolt
In between the way the animals seek out our warm, loving hands with their bodies
And
the way they run from us, fear us, hide from us
In between the theoretical atoms that make up
That which moves in and out of what, theoretically, matters
Where are we
Where are we
Zoom in, zoom out
Fast forward, backtrack
And breath is the vehicle upon which we move into the next moment
In between the Gates of Eden, mystery, adventure and self-governance
and
the Hell of suffering and unknowing, slavery
In between allowing the forgiveness, the go-letting, the gratitude, the blessing,
the knowing that there is something truly remarkable happening here that is
more majestic and curious than the madness and sadness we get
from being alive
and
feeling the misery of that miserly, slimy, heavy pointless
meaninglessness
In between the safe, motherly arms of a creative caretaker
and
the cold, wet fingers of chilling loneliness, doubt and despair
In between the pages of History: safe and sealed Fake News Whatever!
Who Cares? We won! Hand us another Bud there, Sparky
In between the wizardry of pyramids and slowly built stone structures
and
the forced mechanical violations of sky: Scrapers
Where are we
Where are we
In between the desperate, starving, groping, clinging, hoarding lean times,
the avarice and suspicion and cruelty of self-preservation
and
the gargantuan understanding, care, consideration, and compassion
of sharing,
fearlessness, trust, surrender, abandon.
In between the heavy iron heaving smoke spewing cloud altering jet propulsion
of sardines packed tightly to save on expensive, diminishing,
contracting space
and
mind-controlled levitation, song-fuelled golden crystal flying disks
silently whisking along ley lines in
the earth’s natural energy pathways; free minds, space expanding,
bountiful, abundant.
In between the myriad, countless nameless expressions of the Everything and Always,
Now and Forever, here and there and everywhere,
in this reality and all the others
and
the dualism of the cut & dry, the chalk & cheese of polar opposites,
you’re hot or you’re not, you’re in or you’re out,
if you’re not with us you’re against us.
In between the 99 names for God
and
the mind that seeks to enforce one cross, one language,
one queen of English, Spanish, Dutch
In between this dream, this consensual reality, this so-called waking world
and
all the others, before me, after
me, on a Sunday.
Where are we
Where are we
Zoom in, zoom out
Fast forward, backtrack
And breath is the key that unlocks all doors
In between closing our eyes and travelling through darkness until
a voyage through the inner cosmos is revealed
in light and swirling tryptamine beings, tripping bass loops,
seeing and experiencing, learning and processing,
Knowing and understanding deeper and deeper one’s self, Alone
and
living with the silent acceptance that no one will ever read this story;
no one will ever see what or how I see,
This: will go with me.
In between the arrogance of a mere man standing on a mega mountain
with his flag phallus neatly parked in, shoved in, the earth, his mother,
motherfucker,
claiming her soil,
claiming he can slingshot some wretched chimp beyond her life-embracing atmosphere
cracking bottles of some expensive sparkling abomination of the sacred grape
While growing spare ears on the backs of damned mice,
splicing stem cells from the aborted foetuses of abducted underage sex slaves
to conjure vaccines and antibiotics and youth elixirs,
claiming that your problem is that you’ve got cancer and they can cure it for you
OOps! No sorry, they can’t. But here’s the bill anyway and it includes
the cancer they sold you from the beginning
and
The giant unrolling, unfurling hidden Universe inside and outside,
Luminously involuting with its symmetries and imperfections,
its chaos and synchronicities, singing, dancing, witness only to
Itself
HAAW-HAAW-HAAW-HAAAW HAAAAAWW
Ancient Guffaws
Where are we
Where are we
In between the dream we have of our lives
and
The greatest disappointment,
-Breathing,
breathing.
In between the way we bow down in fawning, give our worship and praise to those
We know own money and property, even though it’s all delusion and debt,
As though this were a bonafide measure of the true weight and value of a being,
Give away the thousands of years of our accumulated knowledge into one huge collective selfie
and
The way we are blind to the humble beggar, wild ocean washed hair,
Barefoot enlightened, spiritually liberated, mind freed, sitting there on the sidewalk
Under the big tree where dogs piss and people spit and park their cars up on top of the old roots,
Just letting the music of God move through her head, her heart, her hands
On a Sunday.
Where are we
