The Tiger's Jaws

[Wagner]

The Tiger's Jaws
10/17/17 e.v.
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They felt the fine vibration and believed in the sensation
That they slid out of their bodies into
That light of pale lilac phosphorescence.
Amateurs!

The contumacious senses revolt to the insistence of the yoke
Of the purifying mind in its destructive distillation of time
That never was nor is. All kinds of world-weary folk
Set to stone a debt of tears for some internecine prime,
While the sweet remembrance of the kiss of life, that greatest gift
Ever vouchsafed to mortals on this mortal plane
That remains by quixotic bliss, casts fitfully adrift
This bathetic farrago of failure to sustain.
A postern profligacy can not divine a guiding hand when it is come
To grasp, to uphold us once again.

Instead of quiet the ebullition of thought keeps knocking
And rocking this would-be-untenanted mind, while mocking
The bellicose yet dreeing, hydra-headed Ego with its own spite!
Towards the nearness of the night in close distant curves, a flight
From rite to right in protean requite that falls;
It never weathers too long before the sense-center calls
To recognition that parade of habitual condition formed of
Thinking: delimited since birth. That filigree gilded...
Silence!, inmost silence!, devour me in your lissome stillness,
Such iridescent pain, gravid agony! Bless this rapacious mess,
This wretched egress to form to be torn and held
In thine jaws and beaten, sublated, obviated, and eaten, felled.
Cessation is only cessation from the perspective of the Ego.

I want to be like you
I want to be like you
Everything that you do
Is what I want to do
You have thirty cars
And take drinks with movie stars
I want to be like you
And your famous
Cocktail party effect.