Saturday, July 2, 2011

Already Dead

10/21/2001 Dream:
I’m near a graveyard and small creatures, like animated stuffed animals -- grotesque, decayed -- come up, mocking, taunting. I realize they represent “the dead” and I tell them to get out of here, go to their place, the place of the dead. I’m sort of herding them out, kicking them, because theyre laughing, dawdling. I feel its my responsibility to take care of this, putting the dead in their place.

You tried to fight, then you tried flight.
You’re on one of the upper floors.
A burning jet plane is a couple of floors below you and the room temperature is climbing toward the thousands.
All doors lead to Hell.
Better open a window.
Hey, if you can’t stand the heat ...
Time for a quick, life-changing decision.
Here goes. Go. Going. Gone.
Out the window.
Into the sky.
What do you do, what do you think,
Accept this.
Learn to like the sensation of falling.
How bad can the splatter feel? It will only take an instant. Maybe a severe sting, and then gone.
Here goes. Go. Going. Gone.
Accept gone.

You will never die.

The Book of Life is ripped apart.
The wind blows its pages over the City of the Dead
and the finger of God, scratching an infinite itch, writes a new scripture on the sky, and its hallucinated by a freaked out street poet who copies it down on a restaurant napkin.

You will never die you are already dead.
You will never die you are already dead.

Pick up your cross and follow me
Pick up your electric chair and follow me
Pick up your gas chamber and follow me
Pick up your gallows and follow me
Pick up your lethal injection and follow me

We are all caught in the net and pulled out of our lives.
Pick up your cardiac arrest.
Pick up your hit and run.
Pick up your cancer.
Pick up your head-on collision.
Pick up your HIV.
Pick up your pneumonia.
Pick up your overdose,
your slashed wrists, your gun shot, your drowning, your suicide jet.
Pick up all your natural and unnatural causes.
Follow all the dead walking crawling falling flying.
Every day is a life or death situation.
You had your moment.
Now you are called up, called out, called back.
Recalled. Taken away from your self.
Can you remember?
You will never die.
Did you forget?
You are already dead.

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