S.O.S.

S.O.S. : Buried Icons

Is denial that mental state that borders on confusion, insanity & all those states in between ??? I don’t know if that’s correct BUT… it’s what I’ve heard & seen.

Seems like all the nouns—are up in arms. Because some people, places, things or ideas have shifted or displaced reality.

I’m uncertain where we began, where we were, how we were & who actually recalls, sadly.

Can’t quite place what we used to be. And when did our appendages fuse with technology???

This new place looks the same but feels drastically different- the nouns are upended and not the way I remember.

All the people, places, things & ideas are up in arms and are hardly ever tender.. no eyes, no smiles & it smells like fear.

Remember when people would smile, make eye contact or they’d hold the door while walking— And our tech was just “cool” & not a sub for talking??!

It was utilitarian not Unitarian—requiring worship, a tithe, a tribute, a sacrament or some kind of sacrifice.

Sacrilegious sentiment— a god who saves, connected to your arm, holding your eyes— no miracles, no graves.

Required devotion. Deliverance that’s subdued. But if they deliver, then do they doom??

Techno-theology- building a colony or a church— or a cult on Mars or fly me to the Moon?? For the benefit of man or your daily Zooms?

Instead of being caught in our virtual realities with necks bent, pinkies pained, heads down in religious devotion to our — icons, waiting for praise & worship and reflection.

Let’s go to an alternative universe, get lost in time— a time where worship was fellowship & interaction divine. o

Remember being in a library, a book store or sitting on a stoop— or actually looking up while we eat soup—not at a screen. Peeping out the ambiance or just checking out the scene??

Picture sitting upright with a stronger pinky, less neck pain, or not falling through open manhole covers, winking at your partner, engaging & evolving with each other —idk maybe even getting fresh with your lover??

Making love on a cloud, in the space in between, or the in the dream world, or dancing, listening to music, playing a game, making up a game, catching a game, having a game night..

Any night, or a date night or a hot night, or a fun night or just some random full night, full of meaning, meaning memories, meaningful contact with mental control & undivided attention— trying to find bliss & evoke the things we struggled to remember.

Release the mind holds & let’s recapture what we lost or couldn’t possibly remember. Bury these new icons—- no empty tombs, no dyed eggs & no birthdays in December.

~C. M. N.