| Are you dizzy from the smell? Are you tired, stressed, overreacting to what was said in the news or by your neighbor, emotions running high? Are you jacked-up-stuck-in-the-box craving a side of freedom fries reeking of new world odor, stench form the newsroom war trenches (actually windowless cubicles) so thick not even a plug-in diffuser with scented oil could hide what’s spoiled — landfills filled but spirits empty. A little history lesson: off course they sailed for the so-called new world . . . too fast-food forward craving a side of freedom fries, denying there’s an empire of lies, selling, buying and eating up the hypnotize when all the time it was about supplies — landfills filled but spirits empty, welcome to the new world odor. And the war trenches where civilians, soldiers and neo-nazis cling to their lives because of supplies (and what about the so-called untermenschen worldwide). Wake up, can you smell the roses? The coffee? That scent the spring rain stirs upwards from the bone-dry earth? With landfills filled there’s nowhere else to go, nowhere ‘new’ to sail to — so now they want the DNA codes, the digital codes and microchipped hands over arrhythmic hearts pledging: one world nation under Narrative with freedom fries and woke diversity for all (except the untermenschen). But how many can smell what’s coming when the screens have no sense of smell, nor taste, nor touch, half-living in a two-dimensional box of sight and sound, while the new world odor tries to slide through, under the door. Mankh (Walter E. Harris III) is an essayist and resident poet at Axis of Logic. Check out his newest book Moving Through The Empty Gate Forest: inside looking out. In addition to his work as a writer and small press publisher, he travels a holistic mystic pathway staying in touch with Turtle Island. His website is here. |