I Want Immortality

I Want Immortality.
Not tomorrow,
not when I'm gone.
Here and Now.

I Want Perfection.
Not the better,
not the best.
The complete and indestructible.

I Want God.
No more preachers,
no more begotten sons.
Give me The Source and The Ultimate.

I Do Not Care about temporary.
I do not care about praise—yapping of vultures forgotten.
I do not care about virality—fever gone by morning.
I do not care about worship—deeds of the deaf and blind.
I Resent the sickness sold as Society.
I resent the malaise named the masses.
I resent the contagion called consensus.
I resent the ailment titled authority.

I Hate false.
I hate lies.
I hate waste.
I hate anything that rots.

I reject borrowed words—dead.
I reject rented personas—corpses.
I reject what is not one's own—suicide.
I Reject all imitations.

I Want The Real.
The Real is Human.
The Human is God.

I Want Original.
I want the lips of the genuine.
I want the eyes of the authentic and the voice of the sincere.
I want the face that will live for 10,000 years.

I Want Freshness.
I want the mountain of The Actual that stands everlasting.
I want the fire of The Pure that burns all unworthy.
I want the river of The Honest that flows into infinity.

I Want Ageless.
I want the jokes of the sage.
I want the playing with the genius.
I want the wisdom from the child.
I want Individual.
I want Caravaggio and Saul Leiter—shadow and light, dancing.
I want Masterpieces.
I want Fast Car and Telegraph Ave—color and worlds, driving.

I Want Timeless.
I want the comfort of Truth.
I want the brutality of Love.
I want to laugh at my sins.

I Want The Word made flesh.
I want The Tao, called and named.
I want The Gate, entered and walked.
I want Om, living and breathing.

The Elixir of Life.
In Eternity and Experience.
What I Want, I Become.
I Want Immortality.