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Act of Faith

«Act of Faith» portrays the unsettling bond between a man and a fly, using this peculiar bond as a metaphor for entrapment and toxic power dynamics. It evokes the suffocating cycle of dominance and helplessness, echoing the torment of emotional and psychological imprisonment.

Through a crack in the curtains

A ray of light slips in

Casually cuts right through the darkness

That I’m sitting in

I become aware – of

Ancient rituals being performed

right before my eyes

Caught in the spotlight

A buzzing, frantic fly

Violently throwing itself at the window

trying to get outside

But here we are – trapped

On the wrong side of the glass

Aching for the light

A sudden feeling falls over me

A need to carelessly wield some sort of power

And here it is offering itself

up to me

And so it will be

So it will be

Like a crouching tiger

I silently move in

Adjusting my aim

down to the airflows my jabbing hand might bring

And like a shot – bang

it’s in the palm of my hand

Never stood a chance

Once you’ve caught it, you condition it to stay

The trick is to squeeze ever so gently yet firm enough to say

This is all – there is

There is no escaping this

Now it’s you and me

And when you can’t remember just how it’s supposed to feel

You just keep on going

Until the cupping of the hand

Has become an act of faith

And neither one

Can escape

Regarding Lakes

«Regarding Lakes» metaphorically explores three processes of lake formation while delving into themes of identity development, the nature vs. nurture debate, and self-acceptance.

Tectonic plates break the crust
Leaving behind deep faults
At the mercy of gravity
Rain fills every depression
In time
A lake

Formed by glacial force
A slow flow across the rocky bed
Leaving an icy body of water
It’s legacy of violence
Stuck in the mold
A lake

The slightest flaw is all it takes
To change a rivers course
Relentlessly it meanders
Until it turns in on itself
Stuck in a loop
A lake

Just like you let the lake be the lake
You might just let yourself be yourself
Just so

Afterlife

«Afterlife» is an atheist ballad that reflects on death and what we know about the transition from life to the unknown.

Releasing the tension

after a lifetime of resistance

And it is, all gathered in one small sigh

In a final defiant display

of will

Surrendered to the surface

the skin grows pale

As the blood gives in to gravity

pooling at the base

It will – given enough time

leave a purple stain

Where no words exist

No ideas will fit

I’ll leave behind an empty shell

And return to nothingness

Then carbon dioxide

starts to build up inside

Rupturing the membranes inside the cells

that devour themselves

from within

Now the body heat’s dropping

at a steady rate

until it settles

at ambient temperature

And at some point I have changed

Transformed

and joined the ranks

of every other thing in the room

Where no words exist

No ideas will fit

I’ll leave behind an empty shell

And return to everything

Stalagmite Buddha

«Stalagmite Buddha» uses the earth’s water cycle as a metaphor for the cyclical nature of psychological events and recurring human behavior, suggesting that circumstances may sometimes offer a chance to transcend and break free from these often destructive loops and limiting thought patterns.

Water vapor cooling down
high up in the sky
Clinging on to a speck of dust
just happening by
Turning into tiny droplets
thrown around
Grow until
Inevitably
you’re falling down

At terminal velocity
You hit the ground
Seeping through the peaty soil
slipping further down
Following the fractures in
the beds below
Gravity and circumstance
dictates where to go

Entering a cathedral cave through a marble gate
Trickling down a canopy of calcium carbonate
Offered up to a monument
Portraying your own demise
One last majestic fall before
You sever all your ties
Stalagmite

Forgetful God of the Multiverse

«Forgetful God of the Multiverse» explores multiverse theory as a landscape for grappling with personal growth, regrets, desires, missed opportunities, and the paths not taken.

I shed a tear

For all the worlds

That I so carelessly made

Then abandoned

And ran from

And forgot about

And destroyed

And sometimes remade again

Unsettled and cross

my orphaned children

They run amok

In search of boundaries

And meaning

And understanding

And love

And forgiveness

Forgetful God of the multiverse

Playing hide and seek with itself

Leaving a trail of worlds

To their own devices

In its wake

There are spells

And incantations

that spawn new worlds

A knowing wink

A tender handshake

That lingers too long

To mean nothing

It branches out

In all directions

From the point

When you began

To say no

To say maybe

And yes

And you became a God

Forgetful God of the multiverse

Playing hide and seek with itself

Leaving a trail of worlds

To their own devices

In its wake

Make Sense

«Make Sense» marvels at the intricately complex biological systems that enable us to interact with our environment with such effortless grace. What a spectacle! Materialism has come a long way in describing how many aspects of existence behaves, but still the most fundamental and interesting questions remain unanswered. Why is there something as opposed to nothing? We know matter is energy, but what is energy? What is consciousness?

Some neurons govern

the exchange of air

Between the lungs

and the atmosphere

Cyclic patterns

Spontaneously composed

You watch yourself perform

And it doesn’t make sense

Will it ever make sense?

The dancing muscles

Of blinking eyes

Duality

In disguise

A play of voltage

And possibility

The ebb and flow

of salt

And it doesn’t make sense

Will it ever make sense?

In between

The breath and the breather

In between the dream and the dreamer

Lies the snake

Will it ever make sense?

Some neurons govern

the exchange of air

Between the lungs

and the atmosphere

Cyclic patterns

Spontaneously composed

You watch yourself perform

And it doesn’t make sense

Will it ever make sense?

In between

The breath and the breather

In between the dream and the dreamer

Lies the snake

Will it ever make sense?

The Oracle Speaks

«The Oracle Speaks» seeks to convey the elusive dance of personal consciousness as it leaps, skips, vanishes, and reemerges across time and space, both real and imagined. It boundlessly explores the multifaceted layers of experience—hopes, dreams, fears, and expectations—that drape over objective reality, scurrying about like a rabbit in flight.

Lakeside mid July

And you placed your hand in mine

And even though we shared a smile

I was already a thousand miles

Away

Whirling down below

Pulled in by the undertow

Of every other extinguished spark

Cut adrift in the dark

The oracle speaks

Skipping back and forth endlessly

Scanning through the static

Always tuning in

Under a waning disco ball

Our euphoric circle is getting smaller

As we dance out our lust and dreams

We tear a hole in reality

And out pours everything

That we’ve all been holding in

Every kiss and every fight

And every crazed adventure that we might

Undertake

The oracle speaks

Skipping back and forth endlessly

A doomed quest for a haven

Always nearly there

Superposition

«Superposition» is a poetic and playful musing on quantum mechanics and the true nature of reality, from beginning of time until the currently projected end of time. It also encompasses the area where cutting edge quantum physics interject with the oldest scriptures of Hinduism.

A void

of uncreated essence

Poised

In a radiating presence

A wave

Moving through everything

creates

fleeting polarisations

That invoke

Illusory separations

An elaborate joke

Rippling out into labyrinthine compositions

A masquerade!

Two halves staging a play

Just like a dog

Playfully chasing his tail

Lost in a dream

Trying to get back to start

Running at full speed

But the hallway’s just getting longer

While Novelty

Grows into disorder

And the entropic fee

Cradles the tempo in a graceful descent

to its end