Awake Without Friction

I quickly sweep the shattered bits of glass under the carpet 
as the streetlights flicker on. 


The roar of humanity weakens to a sigh under the dim light of the moon 
textured with time and it's manipulations 
dulled by the great, orange glow of our shining, starless super-world
but a mold upon mold.


The coins are encrusted with rust in the still fountain waters
hiding in a great, windless dark.


The air fucks the sea
in indefinite coitus
as the blankets and sheets enshroud I
and the earthquakes rock me to sleep.


Like lazy seaweed in the children's waves, my mind drifts about 
tangling lethargically in the salty waters
then folding, like origami, into but a single seed
from which the garden of kaleidoscopic dream shall explode 
Like a firework in the summer night skies
as silent
or as violent
as your shining eyes
or as your gored smile. 


This mirage of lucidity
This chimera of will
this sparkling pond of red wine
in a desert dryer than the hell of a sailor's nightmare
evaporates in the calm, cool, winds
and is blown away by time.
I wave goodbye with a dumb little smile
a sincere smile


Single thoughts paint not seconds 
but minutes and hours
which tick by, silently like the scuttling spider
all the while, I ascend.


I ascend to a great, new place
free of fact and fancy
good and evil
worthwhile and futile


I ascend to a great, new place
above the land of envy
where I pass the hours 
wishing I were that which I consumed


When I transcend the stepping stones
the freezing snow
the burning sand
the rain soaked cement
the stage covered in falling rose pedals and wax running candles


it is then, in a great new place
my feet again touch a ground
only this time, a ground
in a world
free of friction


Even when the wine re-liquifies 
and tempts me with it's color in the sun
and I moisten my lips and my throat 
tasting it's savor
under the desert sun


Even when I shout "Lucidity!"
in my drunkenness, seeing the friction in the heat waves
taking on a form of dancing devils and dancing angels
free of science
free of shame
free of consequence


still, I dance on like a marionette floating in outer space
gazing in half-hearted awe at the super-novas 
and the young, blue stars


After the epics all unfold 
after this frictionless world presents it's nightly escapade
my feet return to a now opaque, blue sky
Not too different, but seemingly so, from my world without friction


the sighs turn back to roars 
the fountain now flows restless like a caged animal
the streetlights off, overpowered by the sun


After my feet stand again on the world
full of fact and fancy
good and evil
worthwhile and futile


After my feet stand again on this world
the dancing devils
the dancing angels 
They grow a new layer of reality
that supersedes my ability
to repress the illusion of will
the lure of desire
the parasite of introspection
the foulness of stage fright
and the addiction to calm, bloody monotony


After my feet stand again on this world
tears run
In expecting the smooth surface of my carpet
I am reminded of the shattered bits of glass