2015 04 14
Imagine you are alive without soul
and you are a cloud of mist in Steel City
and you hold in your hands an angry gun
and nobody cares about your beliefs
though God called you to be prophet of truth
as you run through maze of accomplishment
on sacred quest for salvation and truth.
Imagine your taut skin is every color
from white to pink to orange to brown to black,
your eyes are blue and green and brown and black,
your hair is blond and red and brown and black,
and you are male and female, both and neither,
as you walk past yourself on city streets,
exchanging smiles and frowns and neutral stares.
Imagine you are standing on high stage
before ten million faces watching you
and you speak spells in silver microphone
that amplifies your voice in echo chamber
and we all join in your heavenly choir
and sing together in false paradise
as you express our thoughts in jokes and poems
in universal church of faith in truth.
Imagine you are poet, rock star, clown,
and politician trying to win our votes
by preaching loud on street corner and stage
sacred visions you are sure came from God
and then you raise your microphone wand high,
lead us from slavery to the Promised Land,
and strike the rock to make sweet fountains flow,
as you parade after your flight to the moon
when we crown you emperor with no clothes.
Imagine you are risen from the dead
and glide on wings of light to paradise
where you rebel against authority
and fall nine days and nights back down to Earth
where we must meet in coffee shop at dawn
and talk about philosophy all day
as you watch cat videos on your cell phone
then we sing with the new Bob Dylan song.
Imagine you are human and robot,
and born again in the blood of the lamb,
and wear glass mask of actor you despise,
but when you pluck the apple of desire
and hide behind the rotten tree of life
remember who you are before you die.