eminent domain

as tall as they come,

we are all filled with hope -

that's the drink of water i want, we think -

and fresh from the springs.

artisanally well-drained,

as all thoughts should be.

before they escape the prison the mind -

before being forgotten and left dishonored.

a relic of dissatisfaction and penury.

that is where ghosts come from,

if you leave the world with something yet to prove.

septic echoes imprinted upon this dimension.

toxic extremities of the fringed.

a systemic bait and switch "for your own good"

because there is no other way.

because that doesn't just magikly happen.

and as they say, necessity is the mother of invention.

creatively industrious in all aspects of inequity,

and how to make oppression more palatable

to become so elite, to rein over all parades.

the living, the dead, the inanimate- even nothing.

tunnelling ahead for eminent domain,

kill the individual for the betterment of whom?

the oxymoron of living forever is that

if we can't die, we are not actually alive.

a purgotorical existence with no release.

we can never exceed quantum infinity,

but we will never stop trying.

attempts to crumble the walls of all walls, to what end?

to deny the godliness of all other things, too

to insinuate a personal mastery.

enlightenment is not something one convinces others of.