My Existential Musings

There must have been grace in the window panes
My mind races upon the moss everytime it rains

Dew drops, downpours, and the distilling story captured in the moment of an opening morning glory

I am one with the rains and earth
Muddied veins my wellspring and rebirth

There must have been grace in the window panes
It all looked so beautiful in spite of the stains

Salt water drips from the tip of my lashes
Knees buckle as I rise from the ashes

A zeppelin saunters in the gray
My lifted eyes to the heavens I pray

My Father in heaven hallowed be Your Name
I feel trapped inside a hunger game

Your Kingdom come and Your will be done
Capitalism is the hair trigger of a loaded gun

Eyes but not seeing. Ears but not hearing.
Eliminated being. They all stand cheering.

Dystopian
Bupropion (if you know…you know.)

We all lean
Reaching for paroxetine (if you know…you know.)

Reich rising
Bezos surmising

On the outside looking in
Zoomed out view of inner zen

Nirvana lurking and leaking through the cracks
The journey of a million leavings and no looking backs

Peddling petty to the posh
Caught in a meddling jetty while they nosh

Upon my ground up bones
Pulverized by their sticks and stones

There must have been grace in the window panes
Because none of it looked like this

There was a lot of rain and I couldn’t see the planes
Highlight reels make it look like bliss

Wisdom grovels at Wall Street’s door
One can’t help but wonder at the Babylonian Whore

The hierarchy of needs
And we grab our steeds

Apocalypsis, oh, how we ride
Pallored, black, red, white and dying inside

Reverberating in the thunder clattering hooves
Stocks, bonds and money moves

There must have been grace in the window panes
I could see clearly 4 beautiful manes

I pray that death, war, pestilence and conquest have a reckoning with Pegasus
And that you and I rival Epictetus

Perhaps in some other lifetime this will be
And I won’t feel so alone…like it’s just me

There must have been grace in the window panes
The rose colored tint has mended our brains