Can't You See

Do you see where you're going to
a pulsing organ in a mass of flesh
doesn't feel anything at all
just keeping you talking walking zombiefied

Do you know what you are doing now
jerking and working for a pound
maybe a dime or two at a time
to feed the need to buy the happy fix

Do you know what the world is going to
academics to keep you in line
like begging for bread in your own backyard
toe the line or go to hell

Feeding on and dying on this Earth
mining it pulverising it for your good end
kill your neighbours they are taking too much
the oiled veins are drying steal theirs too

there is a hole in the sky
to the blue beyond
reach out on woven dream
was it good for you too?

time is come, the Walrus says
to walk into the dreaming
Old Atlas is almost done
carrying the Orb.