Vertical

I am the hanged man in Tarot, seeing the world from a different view

Cobalt skies and desert sun, pearls of clouds and chem trails take over the scene as I wonder what it all means

In half lotus hanging high from emerald trees, I see the devastation of worlds gone by, humans destroying what's left of the matrix which is all we got, right here right now, it's all we got

I see planes flying to distant places in trails of pollution

Places that aren't really such distant spaces at all

For the rings of Saturn still remain a mystery whether in India or Boise, Idaho

Where we pray to eat the potato without the chemical. And they pray to find a British toilet somewhere along the crooked path

And as my dizzying view gets dizzier the world gets more lopsided and the birds who eat the chem trails start singing a song I know

Jesus loves me yes I know, for the pastor tells me so

And I say deities fix this land I'm viewing hung upside down from a pecan tree

And they say "get vertical, our friend, get vertical."

For it's up to you. You see, we accept it as it is and you accept it only as you long it to be

For herein lies the disillusionment of the hanged man