The Lucid Lapse: Two Words

Immerse our pure bodies

in the hot spiritual soup

of unstained whiteness

swim and rejoice with our joyous shrieks

and our lovely beating hearts

as the drinker of the spiritual soup

will witness the willing repentance

of all our wrongdoings

as we shimmer in the boiling soup

a glimmer of light shines upon us all

and all of us progressive humans
chase after the light
like those intelligent, smiling dolphins

as if a tiny cotton string

from the underclothes of a married human

is tugging our hearts all too lightly

to ensure that we are mere volunteers

not the sinners' slaves

but who else, but us, are the sinners?

We dive deeper into the sea of light

leaking out of the married human's eye

like molten dreams

as the spiritual soup is now far from us all

far from the married human's all

yet the drinker is still the drinker

of the mouthwatering soup

the sea of light is now the

sea of sweat

for we tireless humans are beginning to

grow a diseased heart

but the married human has a perfect heart

and that is known to all of us

measly little humans

so with our joyous shrieks

and our stupid beating hearts

we persist through the story of the

married human and their marriage

with their very own heart

their very perfect heart

and we ask ourselves

do we truly understand the truth of the

married human and the drinker

the drinker of us all

yet we progressive humans choose to

chase after the heart of the married human

while the humble humans

are still the spiritual soup

and one with the drinker