Between

Look
and you will find
some reason
to believe
what your subconscious mind
is asking
for you
to become aware of;
for there,
in the ashes,
are the signs and indications
of your new thinking,
each idea buried,
layered like a symbolic voice,
speaking
to the inner guidances
of your own personal iconography,
the superstition
that you alone
can respond to,
continuing to misguide
or otherwise
to inform you
of your own sense
of reality
and allowing you
to rationalize
that whim
which you have come
to use
as your ultimate justification
of acting
as you do.  

The way
the smoke arises
from the fire
of your sacrifice,
the bones left
from the solution
of your boiling,
the cloud banks
ferreting the stars
and securing
for you
your most sacred machinations,
the imagined rumblings
of your gaze
as you meditate
on the sunrise,
or else the sunset,
that is the beginning
and end
of every spiritualized event:
These are your triggers.

This is how we created
our personalized cosmology,
our basis
for the insensitivities
we have acquired
at the price
of our integrating
with all
that is around us,
the enduring complexity
of our ego driven battle
to maintain some entity
that stands alone,
and yet
in the cosmic chalice
of dust and shadow,
we are nothing,
and will, someday,
be crushed
beneath the heavens
when they themselves
are gone
and all becomes a timeless space
between what was
and what will be.

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