Brian Mattern Poems

Astral experience,
starts with
total ambivalence.
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motions

of obedience
suggesting
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Feeble speak through parables,
not so loud as the terribles
who market status quo.
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It's not NWO or even Illuminati
Catch it in the mirror
Reflection can ya spot me?
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Fool-hardy times we live in,
boy when ya'll find the limits.
Creeping farther outward, 'this cirque is so tight.'
Funneled future's coming, til fascists own the day, the Night.
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the fall towards love was bright, quick.
it was your posture, shone in breadth.
that maturity, adjacent with - the wine in hand
confirms a justice to experience.
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Lyrical material
like Atlas, it's spiritual.
It's faith that the weight
soon enough will be light.
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Fire's been all that has passed,
so nothing can break me now.
Though only by chance I still last,
so the steel I've become won't lash out.
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I am love.
Reaching toward antennae
of blood.
Home away from
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It's never hurt me to believe
that I can't give up on my dreams.
Triumph on a grander scale,
with motives not so typical.
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