A short meditation on Radiohead's "Everything in its Right Place", with a feeling heavily influenced by the fruits of Robert Glasper, and the essence of Jill Scott.

Everything In Its Right Place

[____\\\\]

And just like that.
We're back at the center of it.
Smashed together in a nameless place.
Bits and pieces of all the things we rembembered.
All the things we once claimed as our own. 
One hot dense soup of thoughtless thoughts and wordless whirrings. 
Worried.
Just to know it.

To know what exactly?
And for what reason?

Here we are again thrust to no real direction.
Here we are again in a nameless dance.
Primordal sounds with rhythmic swells of entaglement.

I've seen you somewhere before.
At the end of this.
We've met once before.  
I know it.

It's been 2 or 3 go arounds for me at least.
And this time I'm tired.
And for what?

Just to enjoy it.

[___\\\\_]

I settled my gaze on something less important.
Then again.
Wasn't it all less important?
No one asked..

Okay..
Consider this then.
No one asked..
To be molded in any likeness.
No one asked..
To be forgotten by a nothing, no one, no where. 
To whom I send my grievences.
Written in blood and spirit.

We're all abandoned.
Just like that.

And just like that.
No one's life is their own.

Settle in that skin.

[__\\\\__]

There you are a newborn.
Pure awareness.
Aware of nothing.
Helpless.
In the care of unseen hands.

Their hands.
Molded by unseen hands.
Their hands.
Molded by yet again another's unseen hands.

Fractals of incompetence. 
For what reason?

The blind leading the blind
To what end?

To what path?
Maybe one that makes a little more sense?

No one thought gives way to any meaningful happenings.
Anything that has been, already was, and existed in this way.

A nightmare of a design.
Lived through the lives of many.

[_\\\\___]

Spotty craftsmanship if you ask me.

A certain tactless decorum.
Giving way to the senseless.

The SAME DREAM.

Handed down.
One to another.

The SAME DREAM.

Trading in senses. 
One after the other.

The SAME DREAM.  

A noxious weed.
Carried unknowingly 
Spreading aimlessly.

Or a lotus?

Give me the eyes to see it.
Give me heaven and hell converging at a single point.

It's never too late to shed the useless layers.
All this pointless armor.

Protecting you..
From everything that already has been.
From everything that already is.
From everything that already has you. 
why concern it?

[\\\\____]

An unseen fabric holds your fate in a single thread.

I remember what these hands were for.

Weave a tapestry of your own.
Take this absurd rendition of a dream and unravel it.
Re-imagine the fabric.
Maybe something a bit more cozy.

One of words.
One of actions.
One of thoughts
One of passion.
One of feeling.
One of meaning. 

It's all a waste either way.

Give us something lush.
Give us something soft and plush.
Even something stunning.
A better design for a pointless eternity.

Nothing No One No Where

Made 15 years ago, re-polished with fresh ears. Inspired by Esperanza Spalding's track "Fall In"

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spaciousness

Inspired by disintegration loops, stars of the lid, and the feeling of a wanting for something unknowable.

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