to join comrades underneath

slowly becoming oil overtime

a world parallel to this, they say

at one with the ocean

i was ready to depart and awaken as a new element

a million years from now

we call ourselves burners,

we paint slogans in oil

the sheer waste of it is a powerful sign

they call us lemmings, 

but lemmings don’t jump they are pushed

we buy oil on the blackmarket 

smoke it

mainline it 

inject it become oil

capitol is an engine in the belly of a dessert snake

a wind-turbine just a white wash

lemmings can’t afford to love

returning to the sea is the only nessecity

but the heart is twisted engine 

running even on empty

_ Delete Beach

 

\ancient shaman of the Kānaka Maoli people 

believed in-order to transcend themselves 

to the next world, they had to make 

the ultimate sacrifice, 

they would throw themselves off an ocean cliff

to allow their body to drift slowly to the bottom of the sea

one day to awaken as the marrow in the great mothers bones/

the genome twisting itself in a primordial dance with Gaia

together we transcend time and matter.  

we stand 

we fall 

an endless cycle inescapable

  

Inga träd växer till himmelen.

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