wrong

the world and its people are often      quite wrong

the book does not overturn                 this view

we are not going to                                         fix it

in order to wrest happiness and satisfaction   from it

if the wrongness matters         and i matter:

            i cannot coexist with it

insulation         distraction       denial              will not work

it always          bleeds through the bandage

                                    seeps under the door

                                                wafts through the keyhole

there must be another way

one solution is that i do not matter

            yet this is a denial of the truth

                        and disbelieved even by the ego

a second solution is that there is a

            deux ex machina

a distant light

yet that light is a

                                                sorry long time coming

and far from certain

and possibly retributive

so:

there must be another way yet

i am told

the world is a dream

                        i am asleep

                                    there is             a waking realm

the wrongness is not in the world       but inside me

            and denied

                        and projected out

it is there         but it is not there

and we have bet on     the wrong horse

the horse is      and always was           dead in the stall

there is             another horse

there is             another realm

the happiness must come from

            that other realm

but first i must abandon my trust in this one

and look at why i seek what cannot be found

            in a place that is often quite wrong

                        from people that are often quite wrong

it is because:

being of this world      of space and time

renders me separate    in space and time

which means i exist:

            i am special

                        and i have defied god

                                    who is a god of oneness

and      in obliterating my awareness of god

            i believe i have actually destroyed god

how could a god exist             and yet not be in evidence

my specialness is the stone thrown

            at the crystal palace

                        and it has shattered

cue:

            wrongness

            guilt

            fear of vengeance

                        the unholy trinity

so i make up a world

            that reinforces my specialness

                        and gives me a place to hide from god

to bury the guilt

            and project it out

                        to see it in you

so the bony finger of blame points at you not me

with the insane belief that 

                        if only the universe behaves

                                    my specialness will be complete

                                                here

                                                            not       in eternity

to see destruction        death        disintegration        outside

            is to see the sandcastle of the body and the ego

                        crumbling as the tide comes in

you are not the reason the tide is coming in

            and neither am i

                        the tide is inherent in the design

in this miscreated world         night must come

and nothing here can be an adequate substitute for the eternity of god

all i have to do is look at the world within

            as a reflection of what i think i see without

                        with spirit holding my hand

and recognise that literally nothing has happened

            except a dream

and then i can look upon the tiny mad idea 

            and laugh at it

                        as it dissolves