Get Sirius

What is matter?
Mathematical constant caught
in particle phase assuming pure density
So what's the matter?
In fourth dimensional thought
it all happened already so why talk about the immensity?

No matter what, you sense in me sensibility, instilling the ability
to defibrillate a stopped heart whether or not I choose willingly.
Spirit trapped in matter, fulfilling the promise to shatter illusion
with honest, subconscious thought brought to paper through quill, pencil, and pen.
Material penicillin when you listen,
killing the metaphoric, microbial villainy with proper neural nutrition.

Understand that pure conditional thought is not that objective.
By God's directive, we've separate perspectives,
reconnected as the collective consciousness, spilling free
from overflowing cups and hearts:
the stuff that starts small but erupts. Catharsis
attained as we each struts our parts
across the open stage, occasionally enraged,
weapons ablaze with revolutionary might…
might we fade into the night?

Gather your souls at place Armageddon.
It’s like the fight we saved to the end again
to relish in righteousness and Isis lust plus hey, adrenaline
until ice and dust encompass us as it eventually must.
But why does mistrust of touch manifest as thrust
to crush the crust of the earth into the blood and puss
of the metamorphic mass of tuft blasted skyward as the tension busts...

Get on the bus!

We're all in it together now no matter how it ends.
Foes and friends stand toes to chin, howitzer in hand
and bend low to catch whispered words wandering in the wind
wistfully, but with the purpose of evolution that’s ours;
revolving the stars to create gravitational fields, radiating in spheres,
dissipating only after travelling the length of universe in infinite light-years.

Since you and I were birthed right here: pulled forth from dirt
formed from the matter now unearthed, once dispersed
in the hearts of stars in the ever present now…and then what’s next?
As the cortex gets more complex joined in internets.
Jewels of Indra's net reflect like In La’kesh, defect from flesh…
and fly skyward to join with the blessed and finally rest.

Reminding my breath to stay automatic, play with the static,
creating my magic, breaking bad habits, chasing white rabbits
down winding holes on curious adventures, Chaos ain't tragic,
Facing the various mirrored facets from odd angles,
see that the reflections of feared devils are still angels
realizing the hopeless perfection of weird wireless mess tangled
with our grey matter...

What is matter?
Mathematical constant caught
in particle phase assuming pure density
So what's the matter?
In fourth dimensional thought it
all happened already so why talk about the immensity?


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