Hymm of the Road

Written by J. B. Green

I think of you now Myles Boyd–

hitch-hiking the Hume Highway together
but not as you or I remember.

The scattered, hazy days

I mistook as the feeling
of essential self.

And that long, long road that took us

to the place where you came
into this world.

Wise spirits stretched out their clammy limbs, and

we took no notice—awed by existence.

in a storm of psychedelics our boots we took off—

scarified our clothes for the Creator
to glimpse honest harmony–
the emptiness beyond pettiness.

To move beyond the machinery

of our brains
astound from the trial
Existence prosecutes.

Initially we played as children,

darlings within the percussionists dream,
enjoying with oh so ignorant smiles.
You engrossed
in quantum scientific emptiness
the reality unfolding,
Moment to moment, moment to moment.

My watched stopped ticking with yours

television screens dazzled all
multitudes of perception
YOU YOU YOU

Dualities of perception,
empty and attached,
cannot understand.

to see a kind of death, to see yourself gone,

brought darkness
darker.