Whaaaat is that?

Are you feeling the swing and sway,
the cosmic crack’s order of the day?
Dogma’s glow and effervescent humming
handing out tea as if it were slumming.

Yeah, oh yeah, cries the bird of fire
you can increasingly tell “the truth’s” for hire.
Full of fantasy and magical thinking
promoting terror and all that finking.

People are dangling hung by a vine
the raw, cruel nature of under care’s sign.
Open your eyes, check out that paint
try to be strong, it’s not for the faint.

Stories, like matches, flickering around
lighting a fire, tearing life-flourishing down.
Fear, megalomania, separation’s dream
create a frightening and torrid stream
of shadows and boogeymen, monsters, and strife
pointing to control, war, and taking of life.

No, indeed, new stories are brewing,
but it will only be by you honestly choosing.
Liminal spaces are fears from times of old
it’s time to hand those monsters flowers - it’s time to behold.