Cult of the Open Eye

Neon static In the cathedral screen,

pixel ghosts whisper what the smiles

really mean. Everybody's talking,

everybody selling dreams, but the truth

leaks out between the broken seams.

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The king says loyalty. The queen says

trust.

The chief says wisdom while counting

your dust. Trust. The guru says love

while collecting your gold. The prophet

says freedom but does what he's told.

Everybody's streaming from a beautiful

stage selling hand and mask from a

digital cage. Everybody's got a slogan.

Everybody's got a brand. Everybody's got

a halo bot from tempo in the sand. Watch

the thousand saints become devils by

noon. Watch the thousand wolves start

howling at the moon. Watch the thousand

friends say brother till the end then

disappear mysteriously when I needed

them again.

They fall like confetti

from the ceiling. Watch the feet. Watch

the hands. Watch the exits. Watch the

plans.

Eyes open. Always, always, always. Need

the glitch behind the face. Eyes open.

Always, always, always. Truth is hiding

in the space. Not what they say, but

what they do. Not, not what they

promise, but what what they pursue. The

code of the open eye.

The cracks inside the sky

ghost appeared inside my microwave. Said

kid, most people ain't evil. They're

just trying to get their way. Benny

Benny vanish in the shower of

fluorescent purple code. Leaving tank

corrupted commandments on a haunted

sloppy road. Commandment one. Trust

actions over speeches. Commandment two

as really reaches for your wallet, for

your status, for your audience, for your

throne. Some some folks only love you

when they think they on the phone. Some

become your biggest fan. The second that

you win, not because they love you like

they want to crawl beneath your skin.

Everybody wants something. Everybody

Everybody wants something. Even me. Even

you.

Even the

chat room trolls wear angel wings. The

angels sell conspiracy rings. The

villains quote philosophy. The heroes

chase celebrity. A smiling snake says,

"Trust me, friend." The laughing cow

says, "This is concern." A victim says,

"I only want PC."

Then starts another forest fire just to

watch the drama burn. Funny how the

truth arrive just like a homeless man.

While lies come riding limousines.

Fully funed marketing plan.

Eyes open always,

>> always, always.

>> The glitch behind the face. Eyes open

always,

>> always, always.

>> True truth is hiding in the space. The

silence, the timing, the envy, the grin,

the hidden little earthquake beneath the

polish skin. Watch them under pressure.

That's the magic trick. Anybody can be

buddo when life is going slick. But lose

the money, lose the power, miss the

flight, miss the hour. Then the mass

begin dissolving like vampires in a

shower. Some become monsters. Some

become saints. Some become exactly what

they said they ain't. Pressure is a

flashlight. Pressure is a key. Pressure

is the monster living underneath.

Observe, observe, observe the pause

before the answer. Observe, observe the

compliment with cancer. Observe, observe

the joke that's really hate. Observe,

observe before it's much too late. By

wears camouflage, it belly screams

attack. It smiles while applauding and

talks behind your back. It says

congratulations. The twitch inside it

side. It asks how' you do that but

secretly ask why. Why you whine on me?

White fort and choose your lane. Watch

your garden start blooming while I'm

dancing in the rain. So watch you

celebrate to watch you disappear. Watch

you only visit when you're drowning in

your fear.

Eyes open. Always always not paranoid.

Not fearful. Prepared. Not cynical.

Precise. Not frozen. I eat less and more

slower. Notice more. The world reveals

itself

to those who keep score.

>> Eyes open.

>> Always.

>> The color of the open eye survives.

Scream goes black. The static fades. The

crowd logs off. The mask cascade. And

somewhere in the darkness beyond the

noise and lies.

A single neon eye opens.

and sees everything.

Everything