The Mind is a Wonderful Place of Escapism

limitless expansion crowds our space while allowing us to reveal our inner truths. we hold this evidence close to our chest, close to the vest in an effort to feel something real again. every single person you know was enlightened at birth. why celebrate the dimming, the damning, the scheming and the maddening delights? rather than cultivate reciprocity in an infectious manner

you are more than what you seem to be

this is just a dream within a dream. the consequences of waking up are dire indeed. filled with need this visceral agent of denial keeps whispering to me over long dead phone lines, with vines and schemes falling deeper into the echo of a concrete jungle

you should have just closed the door instead of looking more

the dance went on without us while we crowded around our phones seeking intervals of shadowy light. seeing the state of things tickled our fancy, gave us a fright. this was not the lies we were sold. this is something dark, dismal and old. stranger than fiction, it is a depiction of friction that causes extremes in all climates. change. fringes. fraying at the seams.

you really should go back now

instead the maze was internalized. eaten. controlled. given over to a salesperson, bold. their approach wasn’t wrong. it was just long enough to cover the thigh while we measured the gaps in intention. there was mention of a new currency exchange that later was found to be made up of digital journeys and a slurring of words

you know that they don’t understand

by the end of the line I knew this was the last stop for me. I’d traveled lifetimes just to finely be in the same space as equal footing. losing my grip was intentional as I fell into your arm. grabbed me, saved me from harm. while the other clung tightly to a surgical blade capable of a great many things.

you could have healed or harmed in that moment

in the intervening moments of rotation, we understood the rationing of our nation. it could have gone any sort of way. instead it gave us pause to say…no more.

we realized in that moment that our power resonated deeper than any valley. that our collective consciousness still had power, the power to walk into the fray.

you and I are stronger than we feel. yearn for something dear, near and heartfelt. forever.

Steve Blevins

12.11.25