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Matter Over Mind (an end to a means)

you knew me before I did
I always knew behind my eyes
I would never die
yet I was not alive
until I died



 I came shooting up the place

fresh out of an embryonic horror

                            matter over mind



it was glory

revolution story

making fine gestures of 

artistic sacrament

holy indulgent

dancing on the edge 

of that black hole

made for one hell of an

astronaut glide

shit slide 

inside

the vacuum 

sucking my brain

twisted my fight 

tight

into yesterday without 

understanding

what then done

now would have none

 I am not here
    you are not there
I am nowhere


 I am everywhere

I am one of the lone billions

  seeking significance in a bottle

stained with the star spangled jet stream ground zero of vacant medicines

heart sealed with a fist

I'm a beggar 

and pride is a thief

in my time of dying 

the pain that reigns 


is change



  delusion seeks the seeker of the void
    who seeks the void to inhabit a vacuum?
  to surround themselves with nothing
 as if to strive for nothing means everything
  but in a vacuum
   everything IS nothing! 
     to attain everything one must become as nothing

     enslaved in freedom of 
 senses
senseless freedom
 driven to nowhere
   through the chase 
      you're already there
   beyond what you know
 by the thought that 
blows your mind
be still and grow


 an end to a means
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Written by Scott Schoffstall
©  January 14, 2011
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