Deeper in the mountain

per each morning the people woke not to work but to media __repeating repeating motivating guilt movements to prey upon freedoms for an ideal inciting fights lies made of good virtue exercised as images of social servitude abundant in forms of covert self-flagellation distrusting sides motivated to divide by shared private demons instead of venting palms down an aisle the hares spewed upon public forums morphing through digital mediums drawing deeper relations with our bodies they moaned while tapping and swiping fixes inoculated by the paradoxes in the lies about the problems policies on new addictions formed support groups and a few more than 12 steps for the self-believed weak in feeling hollowed began to follow and such a snare we built our own traps by knowing we rely upon the other to build ideal worlds, upon real worlds so while people bickered wasting days to fight for the belief in an imaginary capital that made the Pignoli weightier than gold while values are indeed free hippies already found unsuccessfully attempts at escape no one made it out sane or unaltered by trances the dances of verses on the eloquence of the universe spun out and around so on and so on some bought experience via pills while beggars and thieves sat mighty as street buddhas amongst virtue signals over the shouts of self-proclaimed advanced societies such desires go to burning man akin to put out their fires within by minimizing generative hormones becoming the other by forgetting the soul ingesting yesterday's ashes rid feelings of Lack chasing up their backs warm bodies grew cold by the isolation of those who keeps asking, asking, ask, ask - always wanting more those few who live in peace resigned to standing firm a relationship with life bearing no flinch at those crying: more beg for more, a will do whatever can be reasoned to shake a little bit _more Each day a day's work in standing freeing the body from any detriment of belief exercising fewer postures giving way to other signals knowing a way nor better or lesser standing are for shallows while sunk depths are tested by the guts and an automatic will to breath as life says so do what you so choose let those go on claiming virtue sing sirens and keep driving feet deeper in soil or steps each all and none at their own time 9 February 2018. Oslo, Norway Mari Amman Purchase access to the poetry books finished in Paris and Le Lapin with a one-time Payment as a friend on PayPal or with VIPPS (requested $30). Email me at [email protected] to receive the next steps. Le Lapin is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lelapin.substack.com/subscribe