SOC Writing_ 19 November 2020

Blue on blue

The waves, cages you – blue rages you – the bird ausages you, high above in another blue – blue upon blue upon blue upon blew in the winds of change – nothing is as it seems and the channel I’m cutting through this water is leading me – not I it. I am moved across land, upon sea – eyes at island, eyes at sky – depth – out of depth and sand solid beneath, beneath my feet. This is an orchestra right here – each beat, each note, all cacophony of sight, pressure, sound, light, Light. There is no night where the sun shines eternally in orbit of the sun where we all glimpsed the ball before we lost our ability to play, to make sand houses, to not be concerned with how long our joy or our creations remain. There are corporation and leaders of such who want to stand the test of time – who want to endure – who want a legacy. I am not one of those men. Men who under their controls legions of men work to the bone – losing soul and children and home – no longer a man, but a machine, a parser of time and product – so, so far from their wilds; from their wolves, from their women and land. So far away. And so I say fuck to the corporate staying power – all the best corporations still build upon men’s souls – I am one of them – but I will not need to endure – the people will choose - the peoples choice. What I’d like to dedicate my life to – is the life beneath – the son to father – the father to soil, the tools that make life grow – the 90% of us in 1900 that grew upon the land, the everlasting fire of the great mother – earth and purpose of our soul. Spirit, matter, mud, grit, sativa, saliva – the material one cosmic power house where I was forged in great sport – pleasure, pain, life, death, becoming me.