complacent oppresion

we are all looking
twisting in the cubicle of our minds
harbor the soul from the hypnotic flourescent humdrum of daily life

grasp a sharp point, puncture the fleshy callous eye of indolence
be it with plant pill or stilled brew
using the half-lotus or purely breating
in and out

rattle the foundation of the self
shake loose a stone
a marble cornice ornate in plentiful fruit
scrutinize the necropolis of ego
marvel permanence, frailty