Laundromat Therapy

There is a mountain
Off in the distance
Murmurs of darkness
Below in the shadowed forest

Deep in the earth
Are hands at the ready
To take you under
Both in spirit and body

High in the sky
There is only a ceiling
No exit or entrance
For the mind to exert its freedom

This is the place
Where God is hidden
And his secrets forgotten

Down here in this lower field
There is a light
That soon reveals
The nature of its being

In the opaque fabric
Boiled in a bowl of stone
Is flesh and cardamom
There is weeping and shuffling
That pounds itself into the open scope

Breathing turns coarse
Tender bones and leathered molt
Smoke rises up into your eyes like orbs
As marching orders are spoke

You descend further into a trench where metal is pushed up against your weight
Intense heat becomes ice cold
And you shatter into a 1

Finally
It begins all over again

You see a mountain in the distance