Communal Manifesto

I want to make love to the collective unconscious
I want words not to make literal sense as convention would allow
I want to consume enough experience to feel myself living
Instead of mere existence in the mind-numbing now

There are enough trees in the forest that fall without notice
There are enough forms to weigh the planet down by the pound
But there aren’t enough souls who make a difference
Who find freedom in expressions that governments silence without sound

They want to keep you locked up in advertising and other mental prisons
They want you to believe that individuality should get lost in a crowd
They want your submission to a capitalist conception of democracy
And stifle your freeborn voice so that it cannot proclaim itself aloud

So let us all make love to the collective unconscious
Let us choose liberty over tyranny, rebellion against social bounds
Let us recognize that thinking freely is true salvation
When all is said and done god is not lost when we have been found