liminal mastery

cardinal certainties,

a single plurality of it all;

birds-eye advantage,

manufacturer the combustible,

inflammatory gas prices

remains of dinosaurs and plankton.

plastic packaging so easy to see through

until it suffocates you.

strip our leaders of the world

these are the new clothes such as a certain emperor wears.

forgotten fables of generations.

recycled fashionably, responsibly

they don't guide us anymore.

so, here we are thinking we are in charge.

just intelligent, flexing mammals out for a LoL;

and i pop;

slightly and then intensely;

inside;

all over;

out.

this lady Nature doesn't take kindly to tricks,

and her sister Karma is a bitch.

so, i want to know what makes you pensive,

if it matters in the first place,

and to what ends are we living, breathing.

existential masses of rearranging carbon,

so self-impressed;

just a rain drop in a raging identity;

reconciled for our survival tomorrow, when?

i feel inclined to dominate things that scare me,

a dim domain which no-man's claimed,

that middle ground.

a land where magic happens,

performed by liminal masters

the lowest common denominator

i pray to the olde gods

since guardian angels all work overtime,

mandatory and non-negotiated.