Payday Thoughtlessness in Soot and Pearls

There are stems within the pearls around her neck
They grow and keep an ecosystem of standards alive
Growing and multiplying over the years like a harsh embankment
Of stones with wildebeests and forged hallway counters
How did we ever afford these counters?
How are you not so countered to my dismissal, this self,
My forever hold to a longing for the subconscious signature
To become apparent to all, like shopping in the district of God’s brain
There are so many small thoughts, that do not make it past
The first light of day’s smugly concerns

There are doorsteps to the stems within the pearls around her neck
I know those doorsteps, I have traveled each one, and I have seen
That the balance of life is continuously being on the lower step
Of a higher stairwell turn of the ladder, and calling that progress
A process so reluctant, we cannot tolerate its simplicity

Here is where I can find the soot and coal and gas cloud collision matter
Upon the interim of the stems within the pearls around her neck
Each pearl is a thoughtless payday, one that reaches out and attempts
To withstand greater pleasures than exist within this subspace reality
She is not the lantern you thought she was, and the pearls are a stealthy
Cloak of denial that you hide your shame behind, hiding from the
Misdirection of love that brought you near, to here, so far from home
Thoughtless love, is the payday advance, of the denial of self, and one’s true
Motivating factor, that remains within, where the bird entered your nose
And all the birds were God. All the birds are God. All the birds have always been God.