Time and again, the equinox returns and restores balance – sacred and profane gestures in the hallways of our minds, mirrors with infinite possibilities, and I marvel at how modern dualism overtakes me – where is the spiritual warfare the pastor spoke of? Where is the decline of Western civilization?

Can you locate it on a map?
Can you locate the feeling in your body?

An insatiable stomach, tightness in the chest –
Winding country roads and dark woods
Confederate flags and a symphony of ghastly voices
Sinking into the cold night
And the terrified look in the president’s eyes

A decision, a homeland built on deceit
Evolutionary traps and highways full of heavy-duty vehicles
Fueled by neon American sadness

Executives with taboo lust look at Dorian Gray – poets eat their words and scrawl messages with crayons on the walls; nuclear codes scrambled, and Oppenheimer’s mistress studies mathematics

Libraries are filled with knowledge of future cultures, the key held by ancient men living underground. Do you see the pattern? How lies become truth? How disease becomes health and hate becomes love?

It’s all been written already – there’s no ground left to cover;
We slide into this slowly at first, but you’ll get accustomed to it
The void is large and ever-expanding
You will love it in due time