A Verse Of Freedom

The beady eyed are eaten alive,
the warrants have come.
Amongst the railroads and highway signs
we all look out below.
The time of us.
Elaborate highways creaking through the vines
the realest realness
shines,
the highway binds
commencing dust of dusk.
Infinite signs amongst time cry,
cry for the future
cry for a sign
cry to be alive
cry to the crowd
to the people
to the billions and trillions.
An infinite universe
echoing through the silence of time
devising lies to circumcise our perception,
warranting grace for deception.
Trying the time
of exponential potential.
Gross revenue
from the walls to the streets.
Noone's there anymore.
We all live in our invisible universe
of controlled mind reading
breathless type eating
effortless finger jumping
plucking
shortening
turning
squishing
devouring our language.
Greeeeedy times
Grecian Greek of apostle
the Socrates and a fiddle is playing,
gracious amongst time
for the god who can control
and hold
and have the intricate powers that be
that defined me
that defined you
and everything you've ever known
everything you've ever heard
everything you've ever seen
everything you could ever imagine
that you would ever imagine
that you should imagine
because you could imagine.
Multiplied by infinity.
Yet,
we are contained
we are tragic
we are mossy mush in the frolicking presence
of an overload.
No cooks in the kitchen
they're all in the cafe
starving
waiting
hungry
ready to feed
ready to eat
among stars
that matter not to the starving heart
only to a gracious
free heart that lives
in all of us.
The heart of hearts we could see
and know
and capture
and understand each other
the peaceful
the serene.