Widdershins:

(sometimes withershins, widershins or widderschynnes) means to take a course opposite that of the sun, going counterclock-wise, lefthandwise, or to circle an object, by always keeping it on the left. It also means "in a direction opposite to the usual," which is how I choose to take it in using it as the title of this blog. We're all in the same world finding our own way.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Perhaps this is where we're headed

And we've crossed a line
Or perhaps the better way to put it is crossing a threshold
Off through the looking glass to join the Hatter
Though maybe I'm thinking of the Other
Who is it I see in the mirror?
So many questions -- what are you thinking -- asked
I'm exhausted
I want to hide behind these allusions that
keep things distinct.
We've lost ourselves in this blur.
It's all a fog.
Dense.
Grey.
Cold.
Warm my hand in yours.
But who are you strangers beside me?
Inside me.
Eat. EAT. Forever hungry for more, hungry for love.
What was the tea party but a civilized orgy?
What is class but an orgy of ideas?
Well the orgy is over. [or near enough]
But we're still here.
"watching myself write and create is painful sometimes."
The inside looks at the inside from the outside
Of course it's painful.
It's excruciating.
The ultimate pleasure-pain, like crack for the mind.
It takes a certain kind of crazy to
return
to this constant ontology
analyze analyze analyze
When we connect the dots, we lose them.
They become just another part of the line.
But they get just as lost when they remain
disconnected
The individual is a cancer upon the hive mind.
It stimulates the kind of change
necessitated by its mutation
For it is something new.
Or else it is destroyed
Rarely does it remain benign
[p]lurking silently
ignored or else forgotten
There's a crack in the glass:
A hole in the fourth wall.
We can taste it and know it is there
like a gut reaction
but this does not mean we see it.
It is invisible to us just as the wall was.
And yet we run at it
smashing ourselves on it
bugs on the window
window to the soul
blink away the disturbance
Something changed.
It scared us.
Or at least it scared me.
And so we back slowly away from the reflection.
But it stays there.
Perhaps not physically
but mentally it stayed with us
like that trip to Vegas
So we're running in circles.
Always ending up right where we started.
Alice was just a little too nice and innocent.
Ace was just a wild card.
Didn't it take the Queen to cross the landscape?

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