ps. space.

Space.
The dark void
Plagued with light,
Closer than we think.
More dangerous
than a man
on the brink
with a kink
in his d(r)ink.
 
Unrefined hope
kept off the (m)apps.
 
In space,
In time,
In emptiness,
The most dangerous ideas
    are found.
From the merely theoretical,
black and white,
colourless,
(de)void,
Comes fire,
    freedom.
 
Danger
Everett Manning.
    If you only had time,
        if you only took time,
            if you only knew time...
Inside
Within
Trapped
In your skin;
Time
Measured
In spaces,
Hegemonically
Controlled
Cultural
Dissonances
Meant to keep us
   off
       balance.
 
They fear us.
They hate us.
They despise us.
Us:
Humans
Brothers
Sisters
Mothers
Fathers
Lovers.
Collective Individuals
Individually collecting
    Space,
        Time.
 
Rutting through
the ravages,
scarfing the scraps
as we are able,
thrown from
the masters table,
    when
    in
    reality,
just outside the door
lies the bounty
that furnished the table
and cursed Babel.
 
Yet here we are,
Kept in prisons
of missions
progressing from point
    to point
in predetermined patterns
pointlessly pursuing
polemical prophets
              profiting
              promiscuously
promising panaceas.
 
They say:
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
They say:
Beggars can’t be choosers.
They say:
Don’t cry over spilt milk.
Even though
The hand that feeds you slaps you first.
Even though
Soiled clothes wouldn’t be chosen by anyone.
Even though
They poured the milk down the drain.
 
I say CRY!
I say CHOOSE!
I say BITE!
 
Wrest from the masters
The time you are owed.
Steal from the table
The space for thought,
And then,
    And then,
        And then…
 
BREATHE!
 
bReAtHE
 
b r e a t h e …
 
coat your lungs
in the divine
silence
as darkness
stirs lost thoughts.
 
don’t fear the fire,
let it out,
let it consume,
and then…
 
Breathe!
 
Free thought
expressed confidently
sears weak minds
scorching sycophants
while
sympathetically serving
socially shuffled
stereotyped subjects.
 
It really is
in the space
outside of what we do,
outside of where we are,
outside of who we are told to be
that we can find
not just our voices,
not just our bodies,
not just our minds,
not just our hearts.
 
pause.
 
    wait.
 
        hold your breath.
 
just for a moment...
 
There.
That is it.
That moment.
You have begun.
 
Take more of those moments.
Where you stop,
Pause,
Hold your breath
then slowly,
keeping still
you
breathe
in,
and out
in,
and out,
deliberately taking
stealing
clawing
holding
space
    for
        you.
 
Open the masters door.
Stand defiantly
Breathing in
The air denied,
The air that defines
Space
    and
        time;
The air that outlines
    You,
And walk.
 
Walk away.
Take your space.
Dream dangerous dreams.
Redefine your seams
And let the reams
    of fire
    you free
    inside
burn away the
    chafe and dross
    of the lies
And stare
    with awe
    at the new
    green life there.
The love uncovered by
    fires golden heart.
 
That which frightens us,
Unnerving as a
    Deliberately
    Chosen
    Breath,
Frees us.