Fire.

I know you're gonna find this repetitive, but I just can't get these things out of my mind. It's going to be Circle Takes the Square again. Another song/poem that makes me have that fluttery feeling somewhere between body and soul.

The softly interwoven, yet forcefully shaken words that will follow are dark, deep, yet infinitely true and haunting. I do believe this poem's about self-realization and the realization of your surroundings and your, admittedly infested, nest...that we have all grown up, lived, been knocked up, and died in. With no other option.

Though this poem is surprisingly long, every single word affects me and glares at its twin, that is hidden within me.

I read this poem and it lights me up.
Like fire.

It just seems like it pinpoints a light at me, exposing the deepest part of my conscience and ripping it out, frantically keeping it an inch away from me. And so I read the poem to get closer to what is buried deep within. This is so much more mind-blowing than any regular life has to offer.

Let this light you up.

Kill the Switch
by Circle Takes the Square

Map the words to deny, deny the symptoms
As 'oh yeah I'm doing fine'
As I've found a most endearing psychosis.

Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear
Desperate as I am I just can't strip bare
And bleed the only purity I've known.

But I lay with reason.
I found logic concieved in a walk with skin.
I sleep with reason producing these monsters.

Under painted catcalls as in temptation
Yeah there's a key to be in
But there's no shade, no shade to blame.

Waterfalls in a cool grey
And the struggle
Is colored grey this day

The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.
Our picture plane is veiled in central neutral grey
Absinthe to slight the pain
This world's the worst case color scheme.
Streaks of oil stain
Stained the road he crawled on homeward
Oh yeah, oh yeah he threw the switch
With some unwieldy gauge
Absence of light remains.

I lay with reason so logic
Can reap in a walk with sin
El sueno razon produce monsinios.

When does this dream end?
Now I've missed
Another whole season.

I've missed the fall,
Clearly its fallen on this land
As fields once green are ochre now.

This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton
Roots teased and knotted
Just below the surface skin of ground.

Stitched between the earth
And the sky
Struggling to hold it down.

Sometimes to realize you have to lose track
Lose track of sight blurring my vision
Makes it clear that tiny moving parts make up the whole.

The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride
I cry in the shade that if offers
The only shelter I have.

When does this dream end?
This is no dream
This is the waking living breathing caricature of a memory.

Shamelessly I cave in to temptation of creation
But still my only thrill
Is empty sidewalks, silent streets.

The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.
This is your picture plain in central neutral grey.
This world's the worst case color scheme.
Streaks of oil stain,
Stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch
With some unwieldy gauge
Absence of light remains.

Life is lowly anonymity
In death a noble pose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives
For such a soap box to die behind.

Life is lowly anonymity
In the space of a smile I found sleep
As in sorrow, so shall ye reap,
As in reason so shall ye sleep.

Reap the promised end to the struggle
Reap every point on our linear path
Reap the smiles in time we borrow
Every harvest relies on the last.
Reap the promising song of the sparrow,
That they learned from the birth of sea
Silenced by the threnody of the crows
Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree.

But I witnessed in all this silence
One souls definition of beauty
And a backlit smile so temporary.

A facade so rich with evil history.
Cast in direct opposition set to
Overwhelm this moment to shine and sleep.

Came out on top of what was borrowed
And found all that beauty to be still
Every breath as in sorrow
Reap the promised end to this path
By every image that we borrow
Every harvest depends on the past.

Subdivide in factions our linear parabola
We subdivide our waking hours to sleep
While guilty eyes turn toward a porchlight
Enlightenment is losing sight.

Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear.
In this low light town when my shift begins
The streets reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow
In the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red
Your vehicle the color of expansion.

"Open up." the latter just a thought to thrill me
"Knock knock knock" the latter just a thought to thrill me
"Red" is a four letter word. Four letter invitation
Now my head is locked in the direction of the sun.

Life is lowly anonymity
In death a noble prose, a Marat David
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives
For such a soap box to leave behind.

Life is lowly, anonymity
I know its all been done before
I want to do it again. I want do it again.
Kill the switch.

This night our journey's through the dark
Kill the switch, a welcome comatose
Tonight we journey through the darkness
As in sorrow, so shall ye weep,
As in reason, so shall ye sleep.