Complex Knowing - Number 7

It’s fairly simple
When you take a step
Back from haste everything
You stockpile will
One day drift away
Be careful what they ask you
To do
One day they will
Call upon you to sacrifice
Your soul;
Intense young people
Accumulating gadgets
Numbers and words
They all must be shed
One way or another
Layers of dust on
A crystal gem
Fairly aware that I
Come and go at will
From the other side this life
Is but a clinical ecstasy of an
Ocean rippling free and more
Distant than a howling call
Homeless spirit rattling coins
In a coffee cup wisdom
More than knowledge spent
Lying beside you was more
Difficult than
Any other I shed
Bodies in a manner
Such as a snake
Sheds its skin.

Victorious

In the unlikely hour of

Our demise in sense or

Sensitivity victorious

In ominous outstanding

Debts of fossilized accounts

Or filled in nerve endings

Blazoned by imaginings

Tremors felt inside the bargain

Basement sea scape instantly

Underwhelmed beneath the

Skin so white it has no springs

No rooms, no fettered forms of

Planks or wires or attachment;

It never fails to render its

Amazement grown accustomed

To the towering pillars

Of clouds silver white across

The sky; very few survivors ever

Wish to tell the tale of the

Thousand times they died before

Forgotten real estate spun

Amongst the barb wire

Cannon trembling judgments

Fishscale sin-severed faintest

Recollections of an earthbound

Lightbulb night incredulous; we

Forego the common delusions

Take money where they give

It and work until the months

Are gone the skin is dried

Upon the bone and the

Victors tally up the score.