Monofiliament razor

I walked the razor

All along the edge

With the blur on both sides

And they gray haired dude far beyond in the distance

Have no idea what happend that day in concrete

Have no idea what he was up to 

Have an idea

Have an idea what happend that day in the circle

An idea is formed just so as to be able to tell myself a story about myself, so that at some point i might be able to recognize some sort of lies

So that some sort of fragmnet of something is created by simply remembering something

And only through the love act of memories i can pretend

But also i must stop pretending

Otherwise how am i to know?

How am i to feel?

So i have to stop 

I have to stop telling myself all these lies

Have to stop his bluntness and crudeness of mind

I have to stop this particularity 

Of the particular mind

Of particularity 

But

He tells that cant be

That throbbing hearness

He says "No not now maybe later"

So we are inactive while he tells us these lies

We stop being the stars, the gases and the little bits and pieces speeding across space

We stop being that throbbing flame of the sun

We stop being the earth

And time comes and fethers us to particular existence

Smashes us to pieces and makes a "me"

A blood and bones puppet for "us"

And the puppet tells itself these lies of particularity

This is whatnot and this is a thingie and this is a piece of such and such

Thats what the puppet keeps repeating

But it knows

The puppet knows

It knows the truth

Even though it thrives on lies

Even though it can only exist when the lies exist

And so...

Within there is knowledge of how to live without these lies

But if i do that i am alone

So alone

Without fear

For the hour is late

Much has been done unto humans by humans

Much suffering has splintered humans into the lies of particularity