A Myth to Myself

I saw so many pictures of Jesus this week
Hanging on walls,
Sitting on mantels.
Like he’s off matriculating,
Or proselytizing in some shithole.

I thought,
It’s like they all have the same forgotten son.
What about technology,
The future of Ai,

Technology is going to save us, I said
But they just gave me a funny look.

Technology requires faith too, I said
Because I knew that they thought faith
put them on some kind of pedestal.

Well where do we all go from here?
With a face and a name
Yet it all seems so unclear.

In search of a self
Secure in our selves
We just want to identify
Building walls
Thinking
Maybe this is my ground
Maybe this is my ground
Maybe this is my ground

We are the shattered,
Nameless faces.

Abide

Abide in stillness they say,
But how can I abide
When things change everyday.

Stillness is what encompasses
Everything
Makes all of this, the changes, possible.

I didn’t clock in
Because I never clocked out.
Seagulls screech over the
Languid frozen city streets
Three quarter moon
Keeps watch overhead.

Right before you fall asleep at night
Wake up,
That’s one way to experience the eternal.