Out In Left Field

Out in left field, off the deep end, they were all grasping at straws to drink of a half empty glass.  Read between the lines.  Gamble on the game that no one wins.  Over/under, good/evil.  The choice to (double)cross to the other side.  Craft, witticism.

Abandoned Tree of Life.  We pretended not to care about lies.  Far away, the still and deep.  The riverbed's shallow surface shimmers.  Fluent imbalance.  Flowing (e)motion.  Liquidation.  There is a need to cause commtion and stir it up - death.  Ignorant virtue.

A drought runs through our philosophies.  Always thirsty.  Showers of blessing shan't quench the barren.  We cast lots.  Desperately, exaggeration, caricature, cynicism, facetiousness, satire, and sarcasm.  Crown the drama king.  Material theater shines.  Play right/write.

Take them back to school, only it gets worse.  Old or new, there is a learning curve.  Book covers are dusted off and opened.  Study the English way.  A 70 year sentence.  The ancient spelling test.  Magus and Merlin; allusions.

Never a Red Sea moment.  Once in front of the body of water, some wander back into the wilderness.  No need to bridge the gaps.  You can always settle.  It's an impossible temple.  No truss/trust.  No place like outside of home.  Parched, doubting.  Enthralling, disbelief.  Betting, problems.  Wondering realizes.

Bridge trolls ate the goats and stole the river.  Their worship is signaled by porcelain masks and vases.  Mingling and mixing with clay.  Cracking fission suddenly collapses, like the walls of Jericho.  Iron(y) crushes fake identity in due poetic justice.  Actors, actresses.  Hypocrites, me, you.

Some decide to take one brave leap.  Over the meandering?  Gravity really weighs.  Fall on the hard times of reality.  It's an intoxicating shot.  Drunken, into the course, headfirst.  Stubborn.  Can't make it.  One, two, three - we all fall down.  A break gives way.  Skull and bones art.  

Whoever stayed behind, they were thieving to question.  Stealing, under their breath.  Thoughts that robbed them of meaning and purpose.  They got their wish.  Floods carried them away.  Undertow, torrential.  Violent turbulence, circling the drain.  Try to stay above the surface to breathe.  Flapping and flailing.  Like fish out of water, only against the current, struggling.

Washed up upon shores, stay out of the rain.  When the moon hits your eye, there is no levitation.  Ethereal cycling is but a downward spiral, if exalted.  Imagined vanity, creating vanity, within vanity.  Beaten dust out of magic carpets.

The same chapter, perpetually.  Never getting there.  In chambers, urns and flames.  Combustion.  Ashes to ashes.  Dust to dust.  A grave.  The tombstones of Baal.  No matter; what.  Promised land, trekked not.