rolling up the gradient by Matthew Sharp the ringing in my mind powerlines electrons flight near the speed of light cutting a path that irritates me in my sight at war with my self-disciplined plight ignite with a bite of indigestion fullfilling the infinite question staring at my many conditionings placing them in spots of unmentioned things in a cave my slave i woke before i was all that i gave incave and collapse sprout from the soil return to the garden and harden for your mistaken endeavor drown in MY river of time adapted birth canal in my mind i find and control to swallow you whole i know what its seed looks like and the fruit that bears it remove the vitality from the garden that inheret's it desparish it in the gazing stare the blazing blare burn to ashes! and ill burn you some more any ingredient i can explore to turn up the gradient somemore. 03/04/2007 Posted on 03/05/2007 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/05/07 at 05:00 AM How man can create himself-- instructions here. While not totally possible this is as close as it gets. To see and hear the "many conditionings" and send them "in a cave my slave" (one way of seeing it) also--the usual way of normal propriety put the "unmentioned things" in a cave, unaknowleged. Here each thing is examined, and a "birth canal" mentally constructed to recreate and enliven the chosen, not just regurgitating the past indigestibly. Well spoken, and definitely this is hard work, "rolling up the gradient"! Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/05/07 at 05:14 AM "powerlines" --yes, that's a great way to say it! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)