Your feelings don't count

No they don't

No they don't

No matter what they tell you

No matter what the mags and memes and media say

From pulpits or lecterns, podiums or classrooms

You don't matter, matter at al, no matterl

So suck it up and realize in a flash of sudden Sinai

You are freedom, you are freed, you are free

Liberty doesn't come from others

Your parades, groups, parties, or gatherings

Rather it comes from your deepest truest goodest obsession

That makes you you and not other

You are significant because you aren't matter

Matter at all, matter at all, no matter

You are light and light and more light

Brilliance splendor quasar and nova

Emit yourself, let your words spew diamonds like Kakatoa spitting lava

Don't stop to preen, go spurn mirrors, arise from death like Lazarus

Or just V enwrapped in fire, thundering against Archons

They didn't pool resources, gather concensus, pass pamphlets

They ressurected glorious numinous bodies pissing on the laws of physics

When Gina died I roared, from the depths, deeper than the fears of hell

A harrowing that shattered the gates of Dis

And suddenly for a month I was free of death

I could walk the graveyards, feed carrion crows with bits of my flesh

That's what infinite loss does to you

You don't matter because you are no longer matter

Your neuroses are no longer neurotic or necrotic

Other's opinions no longer matter but you are gentle, kinder with inner carnivores exausted

You are free, you are free, you are free

And I barely knew her

Stay the mob, stay away from the mob, stay away o brothers and sisters

Mobs bring hate and informers, demon wraiths and wrathful wolves

Baying at your heels, outdoing their neighbor to rip your throat

Stay your speech, stop your eternal strangeness

Before we, your neighbor, expire, before their digital and public guillotines

Brave New World of New Orders, New Inquisitions, New Purges, New Stooges

When you say the wrong thing and your friends shy and fade away

Know that the crowd is murmering before the storm

Go to that secret place where you are you and not other

Thrust your sword into the wall to see that your hand is steady

And wait awaiting the kingdom and time to speak your finely honed truth

When we are truer to that single melody trumpeted to the better angels

That secret goodness that is more you than you

That prophesies the revolution like water just before boiling

A calm, then a slightest shimmer, then a tiny singular bubble breaking

Then another and another unto a constellation of tiny boiling points

Till they roil and boil and transform the surface

Steam arises matter is transformed, transfigured

Song to the spheres and all the watchful stars