Inversion…..  it comes through when I listen to the television, or music, but most of all it comes at night, when all is dark, and quiet. It’s concept.… a complicated piece of pie, but not completely indigestible… just hard to swallow --- at first.  Kinda like “Mad Magazine,” remember?  Upside down world, nothing as it seems.  So “turn it (the world) upside down and what do you have?  The living below and the dead above ...…. for one.

 

That’s inversion.

 

So… throw away all your previously held beliefs and ride the wild horse of inversion, into it’s dark, inky waters.

 

Or quit reading now.

 

Lest you find out that good can be bad, white is black, and often, the sky is brown… like dirt.

 

It’s all around you now, like dusty silt that coats the back of your head, and slides around to cover your eyes from these… words.

 

Do you feel it?

 

Describe to yourself, the feeling as it cloaks you in its magnificent drapery of non-truths, even as you struggle to shake the chains from the cloth?  Can you see muddy snow falling from a dirty sky, and do you begin to drown… in the sea blue sky at your feet?  Be not scared, it’s nothing other than inversion, and it will not harm you… but it will alarm you.

 

For if it’s truly a “Mad, Mad, Mad, World,” and everything is not as everything seems, if white is black, and dark is really light, then dead becomes alive, or vice versa, and good becomes bad. Inversion

 

So instead of being good and alive, we are really bad and dead.  Instead of light being bright, it’s dark, and the darkness spreads its light far and wide, as inversion prevails.

 

Do you remember that first night, lying in each other’s arms?  The way you felt, as you realized that you had it all, but that it would eventually leave you, and you’d learn the definition of emptiness, and think of it when you began to read about inversion? 

 

Think back… in clumps of years, and as you split-apart time… marvel at the many rivers you create from one…. look at yourself in your inverted sense, and let the earth slide around you .… into inversion.

 

Instead of falling down, you’re now flying up, ready to meet life on your terms… finally.  Lessons learned must be tossed away, and impossibilities absorbed as realties… while in the motion of throwing. 

 

 

I turned the machine off, and stared at it.

 

A tape recorder in a box. 

 

It had been sitting outside my front door this morning.  Tripping over it, on the way to work… I at first thought it was a frigging bomb, and it was only after several minutes of calm, rational thoughts, before I could pick it up.

 

At first I thought that was my first mistake, only to quickly discover how wrong I really was. 

 

Not having time (already late) I irrationally decided to go back into the house, unwrap the package and see what it was.

 

That was 15 minutes ago – or back then… 15 minutes from now. 

 

The feeling I felt unwrapping that brown paper remains mine and mine alone, simply because it’s indescribable.  When I unwrapped everything down to the bare essentials and discovered an old tape recorder… I felt like puking.  Pushing the play button felt like the stupidest thing I’d done in a long time, but the words that followed 

 

-         were like drumbeats in the jungle –

 

A jungle full of wild beasts, bad dreams and the devil himself. 

 

And following those words ---- I inverted everything life could possibly throw my way and felt the emptiness of everything I’d previously thought of as real, as I shook hands with Inversion itself, and settled in for a long, long, comfortable ride in a jungle no longer that.   Now,,, a beautiful forest with natural waterfalls, and full of birds….singing.  So amazing was my ride I forgot to remember that it wasn’t real, and was condemned to believing it to be real, when it never was. 

 

Such is our predicament now as we seek to find solid ground, knowing that Inversion is likely… truth hidden behind lies.... all these years.