The Painless Apocalypse
I have decided to start posting to my blog again. The past few months since my last post have been the most turbulent and exhilirating of my life if I am to observe them without judgement. That is to say, to look at the experience without the limiting power of the “LABEL.”
But at this moment, as I perceive my own internal paradigm shift, like an earthquake upon the architecture of an ancient city, I have decided to move my blog into a much broader direction. This is a forum for my observations, both internal and external, and through this process, I intend to become my own quantum experiment: to see if the act of observation affects the observed.
The Painless Apocalypse
“It looks like the empire
will die today,” she said
as she spread marmalade
across her lightly toasted bread.
“Where shall we go when
the sirens blow and the sky
comes tumbling down?”
“Well,” he said, “the people will
riot once their TV’s fall silent,
but I think we should sit back
and relax.”
He stirred another sugar
through the currents of his coffee,
“You see I believe
we are already dead.”
“Oh!” she replied with mock delight,
“it isn’t so bad to have already died.”
“It’s nothing like I thought: not
the painful shot or the impoverished gasp
as life slips our hands.”
“You’re such a dear,” he smiled
as he smeared more butter upon
the last pumpernickel slice.
“But it has become quite clear,
dead or not, we’re still here.”
“Death is rather pleasant, isn’t it?”
she mused, wiping the last crumb
from the edge of her lips.
He laughed as he reached for
her delicate hand,
“You have it, my darling:
we are but sand upon sand,
we are the dead without dying
we just live without the worry
of suffering our own denial.”
They both stood up and danced
as thieves ransacked their lands
and the world drowned in the
sound of its music.
