In man
There is how he acts
And how
He should act
Nowhere else n nature
Does this dichotomy exist
In the animal kingdom
Or anywhere else in nature
There is just
How the lion acts
How the rose falls
And adapts
How the fish
Swims and grasps
But with man
With woman
There is
How we act
And how
We should act
Often not all the same thing
Confronting the moral law
And where it’s origin is
Who whispers these directions
Into the ear of our ears
Who gives us these visions
In the eyes of our eyes?
Interestingly certain drugs
Have the effect of turning the volume of these laws
Or instincts
Way way up
Hallucinogens in particular
Have the effect of turning the moral law
The moral instinct up by many times
Like putting the quiet voice through a PA speaker
At Madison Square Garden
It’s often that confrontation
That gives people the experience of
“Having a bad trip man”
They’re being confronted
In full volume
By a voice submerged in a whisper
A voice
Shoved beneath endless layers
Of ice cream
Television
Alcohol
And cigarettes
A voice much easier to pretend
Doesn’t exist
But each of us is on a one street towards
An inevitable confrontation
With the moral law
Hardwired into each of our souls
No matter how far away from center we have strayed
That voice
That quiet often mostly silent voice
Is the great inevitable
To the degree
That some people’s entire lives
Are spent denying it exists at all
Until they can no longer deny it
Until
It’s only them and that voice
Shouting at full volume in another wise empty room.
With man
With woman
There is
How we act
And how we should act.
And we know the difference
Even if we want to deny it.
We know it anyway.