The Wave

I dreamed I was on a stage trying to yell a tsunami down with every word dipped in fire like whistling harpoons from my mouth

Please let me be right for once like a diving falcon

Let my words be enough to sway you without an orchestra and pixels and assuring introductions about their importance

Let me strike that magic in you like a four chord pop song

Do not lose to the wave sweeping you up in ecstasies of words and colors and plastic pleasures

Water tingling with electric addiction but it is not new

Just think of those people covered in dung and holding a book for the first time walking in front of a horse with their noses in words

Glued to thoughts and unreality but I do not believe that

If what is unreal can make me feel like getting slapped by a black hole then I cannot say it is unreal Solipsism is bullshit

Get off the surface of the wave which grew from all our splashing

Dive below your practical currents until you reach the bedrock of your soul get your emotions under your fingernails and dig and dig and dig

I will be waiting for you to tunnel and join me on the stage

Where the salt-wind from the great wave burns your face and you must write your own lines but where you can be yourself and know yourself

better than the wave

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