Babylon Realized
by Shaun Christensen, 19
Indiana
Last night I had a dream—explosions of ego;
Trying to get a grip pinned against the wall of an
Aztec spacecraft. Up and to the South we fly
Through the focal channel feeling all frequencies.
Spinning fractal illuminating interior corridors;
A looping colonoscopy of consciousness
The helicopters were coming to get me, before
I was forced to realize the nature of time and space.
There is beauty here, but not for a convoluted ego,
Heroin’s ugly karma trail illustrating looming destruction
While a 28-gauge needle tip pierces skin expanding
A two-inch track scar; the high water mark of Babylon.
Pull Yourself out of Your murky ass, and look
At what You’ve created, You are responsible
Analyze Yourself and realize; evolution with each look
Ego vomited on a plate and shoved in Your fucking face.
Reality shouldn’t come as a surprise—You live with
The manifestations of Yourself, all the while Robert Nesta
Tried handing You the key; too busy smoking
To listen. This is what You wanted, right?
