Allow Me

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We feel it slowly sinking in
Like saturated flood plains
Soaking up six inches of water
On a hot and dry sunny day
After being inundated by rain
For days and days

We are likewise smothered
With love - of that I am sure
Sometimes, it even hurts and
We can't breathe, when love
Is so thick in the air, that it
Outnumbers oxygen molecules
At least ten to one

It's a crazy concept, I know
To actually choke on love
But I am not talking about
Your definition of love, no

Can you feel the oppressive weight
Of all the lonely, heavy hearts?
Invasive intentions driven by lust
Bringing to a head the mad desires
None of us want to admit we have.

If you don't know what I mean
Spend one hour of your life
Surfing the internet for porn
If you do the simple math
You'll soon discover the fact
One could search their whole life
And never even see the half of it all

Still not convinced?
Just humor me for a moment then
And let me try to convince you
Just how bad in shape we really are:
Which one applies to you? Be honest.
To give, to receive, to share? Maybe.
To need, to want, to desire? Of course.
To take by force? Well, some can and do.
To have everything you need now? Ha!
To have want of nothing. Oh, really?

Don't get defensive; this is all self-indictment
Unless you believe in the Superconsciousness
And know that everyone who has ever lived
Plus all who are living now, and all those
who will live in future times yet to come.
Life can't ever be thought of as separate
From other life...past, present or future.
The question is, with what do you identify?

Most mundanely see themselves as "I's"
As in, "I" take a psychotropic psychedelic pill
Generating feelings of isolation and foreboding
As I listen to "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Ryder-
A song that evokes the sinister and insane
Ripped straight from the unconsciousness of fear
"I know you're out there...you're in hiding"

Now the unseen terror lies just around the bend
You sense its foul presence when it whispers in
Your ear during you waking nightmares (Allow me)
First, the shortness of breath that signals alarm
Then a sprinkling of suddenly on your bare arm
And you take what you're given...an easy answer
In the form of a few mouse clicks and tissues.

In the white light of our laptops' LCD screens
In the quickening darkness of every lost hope
In the fast fading light of every unrealized life
In the clouded murk of all our failing faiths
Reflected in the mirrors of our fractured lives
Is the swiftly setting sun, a distant sliver of orange.
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Daniel James Hennell, 2007