Lies Remaining

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This post includes an original song written and recorded by Miter over the past several weeks and a short personal essay.

Lies Remaining

Bisect falling cars,
cut their wires. 
My hands are machined lead, 
marching over. 

How do you walk with us? 
When will we wake up? 
I only find myself, 
spiraled in layers.

Hold out.
One more
time to restore.

Walking in circles, 
finally tasting 
the breath of post-remorse, 
riled and reigning. 

There is but one true soul, 
ever-changing
behind the colors of 
lies remaining. 

Until we fall, 
no distance at all.

Spirals

Meaning and logic are for the basic. The post-enlightenment world requires one to look beyond causality. The more you go from point A to point B, the more you infinitely swirl back to point A.

Embrace the power of the spiral. Repeat your steps and your thoughts ad infinitum.

Repetition is the foundation of existence. An object or an idea only remains in light if you can return to it. Without a return, how do we know it was there and how do we know it remains without continual return?

Tedious as it may be, repetitious reengagement with the internal and external are required.

Is the world frightened and inane?

Things become clearer as you circle back into yourself, your cerebral cortex intruding into your stomach. A whirlpool of innards.

You’re trying to make sense of something that cannot be understood. It’s a losing proposition no matter the stakes. It seems so important but we end up in the same place we started.

Simply step into the labyrinth, taking one step after another—you are always heading in the right direction as long as you are moving forward. Moving further into the heart of the spiral where we began and where we end and where we repeat every mistake over and over and over again.

From “Essays on Nature” in El Yunque National Forest, Photo by Miter

Still from Uzumaki. Photo: Junji ITO, Shogakukan/Production I.G., LLC

The patterns repeat and perhaps shift ever so slightly moving in the direction of one arc of the universe or another. Whichever direction—it does not matter—the moral arc bends back upon itself.

Zoom out further to see that the arc of the universe is a spiral.

Don’t think about it too much. You assert control over very little. For the artist, there is only practice and endurance. Your presence and placement on the spiral is irrelevant, it’s only needed for the illusion of advancement. Think positively and take to heart one of the many inspirational quotes you may find on social media.

The world may not be as subtle as it once was; we beg for a sign from God no matter how foreboding the signal.

These transmissions will continue until they begin.

Your chum,

RS

This NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope image features the spiral galaxy IC 1954.ESA/Hubble & NASA, D. Thilker, J. Lee and the PHANGS-HST Team