disciple less prophets.

feeling like a prophet
with no disciples or apostles.
on a mountaintop,
i will start meditating on
all my ancient questions,
and then go on a quest.
in the middle of the west, the midwest,
my bones are found bare- barely there.

 
trekking towards the setting sun,
the final days of the empire
              have begun,
and we its children
can assist in its fall.

 
from somewhere in the forest
              of my thoughts,
i heard a tree fall,
and with my whole heart,
i gave it my all
trying to find what we’re
       all searching for
while the stars in the heavens
serve us all as maps.
if only these city lights
       weren’t so bright,
we wouldn’t be so lost.

 
my brothers and sisters,
we all share one common goal-
go to bed, get to sleep, then wake up,
       and off to work
without feeling like such an asshole.

05.20.12.