When did I become the mass of body parts a lying on the ground?
When did I become the tangle wire in the yard. I’m all rusty these days. Too much rain. prain. pain. Right?

Look out over the horizon, come on and use your hand to make a visor. The land is spreading out like a stain in all directions. Didn’t I once say that before? I forgot. My mind is crumbling away like smartly blown dust from your outstretch hand. Dainty-like. Wafting like leetle meteors to the. What? Where is it going? Nowhere, I guess.

Remember what it like to be a celestial body? Like a comet, we flew through the stars. Exploding. Reappearing as something else. Time marches on. The lone general in the field of carnage. Someone survey the smoking remains. The embers are snuffed out one by one. Can we get some more air in here please? My lungs are filling up.

I am assaulted by images of the perfect house, attached to a mountain, somewhere in Colorado. When I was too young to appreciate it I was shown a vast three-story mansion in construction. It had big trees in the living room. A shaft with a hot tub at the bottom vaulted upward to the stars. The launching pad. My wiry sinews strangle you. Conflict makes for good song-speech.

Come on, get it together. You’re not telling me, I’m telling myself. In a darkened room, breath on the cracking mirror. I tear at my face. My skin is like silly putty. Can I morph and shape it? I’ll unhinge my chest and place this little light inside. And close it up. Big and strong. Foolish and cackling with spittle flying in all directions. I’ll drink the serum you gave me. And forget the meteor crash that woke me up from my thousand year sleep at the bottom of the harbor in Tokyo.

There will be wild accordians and lillies and fields once again. I will move away and leave it all behind. Grey smog poisons me no more. I am in these hills and I breath and eat them because God walks with me. He guides me even when I am a blackened pile of excrement upon the waste bin. I am maggot-filled sometimes. He makes me new, and white, and glowing. His eternity is my reality.

My only major flaws are the following: I have very little faith. I often mistake the lies for truth. I often assume I’m already shit.

When I master these three things I won’t need stars. I won’t need meteors. I’ll only need Him. I only need Him. And so do you. You think reality is real? You think there are necessary stops on the path to destiny? You can have it all if you give it all up. Burn it in the fire, find the gold inside. Pitch it on the ground. Stomp it to death. Beat it like you mean it. And I’m done saying things I’m not at all qualified to say to you.

Take the good that has come your way, not the good you’re placing bets on. All gamblers eventually lose. Watch me take my own advice.