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do you want to watch it all fall apart?
every time i walk
i watch
i look
i notice
i observe
i read the signs
and the signs are pointing in the wrong direction
the signs are not naming the streets
or leading me to the highway
the signs are naming names
tombstones to mark the dead
of children not even born
and I don't mean abortion
i mean what is to come

the signs are telling me to turn back around
the signs are telling me to research my past
the signs are telling me to learn from my mistakes
the signs are asking me questions:
do you want to watch it all fall apart?
do you have any control?
is there anything you can do?

time is not a nice person
i know because the signs said it
time can be generous
but ultimately time is indifferent
time does not give two damns or a fuck
so what will you do?
what will we do . .?

so i'm in the middle of the street
talking to the signs
and people are looking at me
pointing and laughing like,
"this motherfucker's crazy."
but do they not see the signs?
do you not see the signs?

if there is one thing in this world that you can depend on
and you can best your last dollar on
it's the ignorance of the american people
but still i have faith
and still i read the signs
and they are indeed there
some of us are lost and will not find our way
no matter what the signs say
some of us do not see the signs
because we are too busy shopping
Some of us do not see the signs
because we can't help but stop and look at the accidents
and stare
we are in a daze
we are amazed by the world's displays
some of us do not see the signs
because we are giving spare change to the homeless
we are getting gas
we are volunteering for duty
and we are watching television
we are driving around in circles on spinners
and we are working 8-6
we are on our way to the club
we are high
we are drunk
and we are sober
and we do not see the signs

We are listening to a moron babble
we are listening to tongues that lie
we give them and ear
we give them a hand
we give them both eyes
so we cannot see the signs
slow down
children playing in these streets
and they cannot read the signs
they are only children

stop...
stop!!

i fear there is no u-turn
and that this road deadends
because we cannot read the signs
do you not see the signs?
we must read the signs
and we must turn around
we must turn around
we gotta turn this shit around
and we gotta read the signs

we must read the signs
we gotta read the signs..
we gotta turn this shit around
..we got to read the signs..

the eagle soars into turquoise and indigo
catching gold on white tipped feathers
in cadence of wind and stillness
singing an swooping with currents and storms
aline, the far-seer, sky dancer.
sun fire dips down to serpentine underwold
and eagle descends on rose and mauve and amber light
to an eyrie for night's long dream

head curved under wings
eagle encircled in sleep
reflecting early kinship
with those scaled and coiled beings
who swallow the sun in their tangled trap
while the lost world waits in darkness an dream;
and in dreamworld gods an goddesses
beat the pulse of prayer
dancing near smaller fires
drumming towards greater light
creating songs from cries of loss
fanning the glowing ember of heart
praising color:
green of growth, gold of maize
soft rich browns of deer and earth
rainbow prisms of mist and sun
and riotous spring anemonies
tangerine and aienna of autumn's burnt lemon death
after summer's blue heat
and the white quiet in the center
of winter's stillness

and as hope begins to flicker
in the endless dark tunnel of night
eagle dreams stir
and in sleep awaken shadow-winged predator spirits
who dive for us all
into alien elements
fathomless seas of cobalt an black
dive through the surface
along watery cresentsof moon's mirrored image
downward liquid spiral journey
and now is our need for eagle's sharp vision:
glimpse of turbulence below
dark shapes massing and and twisting
in volcanic force the sun is caught
by serpents jealous and frenzied in battle
surround the light;
beak an talon curved
wings pull against the tidal vortex
moving with but not surrendering
to that power
and they strike

for an endless moment hearts stop in their sleep
drums do not beat
as feathers, coils, silver fangs and claws
embrace in the death of our dreams;
and in that moment the sun is freed
and begins to float luminous
towards that thin membrane where sea and sky meet
leaving an image of frozen fury far below
and finally, bursting through
with the sound of silence and color
dawn is borne up on wings of light

life stirs
light stirs us all
and an eagle stirs towards the sun
on the sighs of our awakening...

so imagine this...

an atom makes up molecules and molecules make up everything we know. it makes up trees, rocks, dirt, skin, animals, water, everything. now these things inhabit/make up our earth, the dirt the trees, the animals ect. and out earth is part of a solar system. made up of a sun and some planets with moons. along with our solar system there are many other solar systems within our galaxy, which is made up of billions upon billions of stars. along with our galaxy are other galaxys, all containing planets, stars, and possibly other life forms such as ourselfs. there is galaxy after galaxy, extending into the infinite reaches of space, extending into as much as the mind could think.

now imagine if all of this information, all of this time an stars an gas an planets, and life were all contained in one atom and this atom was part of a tree or a rock on some other plane of dimention. and so on an so forth.

that is what i believe existance is...