It was supposed to be a game.
A way to spend Eternity.
To understand, to know, to name.
It was supposed to be a game.
And then, somewhere along the way
A crack appeared, a twilight seam
We split, forgot, dove too far in
Went blind, got lost, polarities
Like roleplayers lost in the woods
becoming far too serious
inventing rape and burning flesh
dark magic, torture, RP-3s
A horde of gamers smudged with coal
to dim the glaring light of soul
that tries to break out every day
at dawn
when the sun
tries to say
“Hey”
“I’m your Mirror”
“Baby”
When trees roaring away
in ecstatic abandon
flames a-singing
“Hey”
“I’m your Mirror”
“Baby”
When your worst nightmare
stands in the courtroom
raising his eyes
filled with fear and guilt and regret
“Hey”
“Hey”
“Hey”
When the song makes your bones want to dance
or collapse
or escape
or mutate
all at once
Remember the game
The old woman
abused by her father
her mother
her uncle
since before she could walk
she is the Earth
she is our sandbox
who fucked up our code?
We did
IF LOVE, GOTO HATE
IF RESOURCE=>1, EXPLOIT
EXPLOIT
EXPLOIT
AGAIN
How how how how how how how how how how how how how how how how how
are you?
Really
It was supposed to be a game
but now you’re hurt
there is a splinter in your eye
from the Tree of Life
You are a fragment too
of that great mirror
that cracked
that broke
that tries to remember itself
“Hey”
“Hey”
“Hey”
Come back.
To me.
To you.
Re-member the name.
Of the game.