The Shape Of Things To Come: Part 7
It would be foolish to speak for the Women They will speak for themselves In the garden at night beyond the black gate attached to no fence If The Man and the Boy Can endure the fever and the fear For now The Father and Son As all the Men and Boys Pass through cosmic webs like water Freezing when required Vapourizing upon celestial request Ossifications opposite In this way They passed through time In fact They passed time In front of time is light In light You travel in sound You are sound Part of it Suddenly Your heartbeat makes sense Your origin sheds its tense Becomes now Waves of blood In your veins Are the rhythm of you A saint What is a saint? Religion is a club Love is not carbon Science is hindsight Life is god And no one walks on water anymore No one needs to No one needs one to Here Where the Man and the Boy are Spirit returned Life returned to life By incompletion A removing Time passed and circled So what is a saint? To speak of saints Is to take to the curb What the word used to mean Before They left To speak of saints Is to speak of Them And Them only Women Who are sacrifice incarnate Who are life Herself Who are the Female in all of us All of us Have Women in us All of us Are sacrifice incarnate A saint To overcome an obstacle Or an enemy To glide away from the razor blade Or a knife To dominate the impossible In your life Is to sacrifice Is to Woman Woman is a verb Do make say think Woman Sacrifice Woman Woman Sacrifice Sacred Woman Men sacrificed Women Girls Boys and other Men Women did too Frustration mutated Women thought of Woman Sacrifice That is Sacrifice for Women Many did it It wasn't enough All women were needed The pain of togetherness The pain of One To give up for no gain That a saint Stays a saint The Woman in all of us Instead The sacred itself was sacrificed Salt lost its salt Frustration mutated A verison remained Close enough to pass inspection But now A million light-word years from home Gone Glowing and watching As infinite word-light In front of time In the early days Women were subdued Then dominated For useage In every imaginable way for hundreds of thousands of years Their so-called hysteria Was medicated Or removed Hysteria hysterectomy housewife During possible genocides They were used as Man-replacements Men would return home From possible genocides That was that Until For the first time in history That wasnt that In the absence of Men Women evolved Painful final decades began Under the guise of progress The diagnosis of hysteria was continued With new violent language added Further brutalization More subtle Deeper This was done in addition To the continuity of Medicating beating isolating raping She's so crazy She gets it from her Mother I don't know where she got it from Teenage girls can be so mean We didn't raise her like that She can be a real bitch Happy wife Happy life Men ignored them even more While talking to them more than ever The most common phrase used was I understand Insidious Women did it too Frustration mutated Curiosity and openness forsaken In the name self-interest Women watched each other mutate Watched auto-immune disease rampage Pretended not to know why Or ascribed it to genetics Geneograms Science They used hindsight and Endless explanations of history To cope The exact same way People used hindsight to deal with horror To turn possible genocides Into actual genocides Once they were done happening Meanwhile Men neither welcomed adopted or accepted Woman Sacrifice Instead Men watched it Talking All the while saying nothing Mocking Mocking Talking Tick-Tok As Women set to work Assimilating themselves Into Men They almost did it In leaving Finally A new horizon was born A cure for the crisis of identity A correction for all time In front of time Infinite word-light and sound Waited The grace of power Contained in the infinite A cure for all Harming no one Changing everything An offering A ritual sacrifice To close the first chapter of human history Waiting Glowing in front of time From above For the second chapter to begin Suddenly The Boy woke up He had slept in the daytime Another first He looked up at all the Men and Boys Gathered around and overtop of himself In silence With love A collective "What happened?" came from them The pain of togetherness The pain of Oneness He explained to them All this That he had seen In his day-dream How he had slept Without fear As though at night But in the day So that he could see And hear In a way that wouldn't cause him To kill himself The power of a dream All at once With all of the pain Of human history They turned to look At the Dad