Condition Human.

Sometimes,
It all just pours out like tears
that beautiful, fragile sorrow.
Music that could never be played
but we hear it and our vessels overflow.

What is it that ignites our lumps of flesh
and makes the worst of us dazzling Angels of terror and exhilaration?

Equations and cave paintings
A carnival, a freakshow.
What will become of us
What is to be done?

We are just specks of carbon
but diamonds, amethysts and pearls.

I spin until the world is just a symbol
and meaning is absent
walking the electric tightrope
the ladder
the ascending scale
feedback and lightshows…
immanence and enlightenment.

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