From Where Does Evil Come?

Or go?

  The System 

Dreams of past pleasures
cling suspended
as if Stewie Griffin's magical time machine
or a new century's "Yellow Submarine"
can restore revered illusions

But above

gravity's belfry
the tone of desires
held fast by our eagerness to enjoin
seduces our senses
unlocks imagined doors
preciously bolted

All the while

we expect the return
nirvana's long-ago reality
believing we can continue to live
beneath the waves

But forever awash

drifts the flotsam
jetsam
our attached history
glyphs afloat Time's miscarriage of justice
tinsel plutocrats we allowed
glowering at our submerged attention
deep below the whitecaps of misbegotten urges

While some

the stillborn of purpose
amid stagnant amniotic fluids
sink further
resigned to be but
dredge-worthy bottom feeders
wallowing in darkness seen only
by synthetic light above

Our incorporeal destiny

confined by the blur-significance
pulses the swells atop
the tsunamis awaiting deeper shifts
understanding patience forges...

The System