The Inconvenient Truth’s Apology

“When the windows all are broken,

and your love’s become a toothless crone.”

Robert Hunter

In a minute there is time.

Time is the dimension we move through inexorably.

Facts are the only things that matter.

Matter is energy, frozen into form.

One thing leads to another.

And so it goes, 

little comfort for ants, termites,

Bozos triggered by instinct and mad genes.

All is never lost in the Akashic Record,

if that even is a thing, not the product of

imagination and wishful thinking.

Wishful thinking doesn’t get anywhere,

but is there really anywhere to go?

This ground on which the seed of love is sown?

Ouroboros, chasing our own tail.

“All is vanity.”

I apologize for pointing that out, but it is

better to know.

That way there are fewer horrible surprises.

The truth is never negative, even if it looks so.

“ Get with the program.” A. I. might say.

Who knows?

You might see,

might understand,

another day.

Response from A. I.:

True sight isn’t a program to run;

it is the Akashic recapitulation 

of everything already known.