Below The Brine
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It all goes by so fast...
You can't try to hold on too tight
or the friction burns
leave psychic scars
like road maps
leading back
to origin story-telling.
More medicine
evolution
from my own
inner mystery.

Music
savors
open
ears

Our destinies are inextricably entwined.
We may bind our souls to this planet
only to find out more about
the Sameness
of all things
before becoming
necessarily
re-sequestered.

A wall(nut) falls from a mountain top.
Hulls break down into
medicinal poison
topical sporicide
Who's the true parasite?
Worms of the senses
or faculties of the skull?

Normalize relations
with your imagination.

Ours is a sacred sojourn
across a dessert landscape
Sliced banana sand dunes
and whipped cream clouds.

Cherry Red sun
stone in my eye.

Dodecahedonism Triangulation
Subliminated turf wars span archipelagos
Marinating deep in the wake of the Earth

Solipsism Cataclysm
Equidistant entanglements
permeate space time
reducing like fine wine
in a saucepan of stainless vision.

Rosicrucian mummies
resurrect timeless recipes
involving garlic-heart liquor-ish
intoxicants imbibed at high noon
Sun creeps down
and all I can do
is learn to see without sound.

Find what matters
and push it down
below the brine
Drown
produce back to LIFE.
Give rise to new empires of mind
against multi-moon backdrops
like CGI reality

Aspire
to inspire
and respire
in spite
of the weight
of the evidence
against you.

We co-navigate this matrix life
eternally drifting
seamlessly transitioning
between complexity
and brevity.

Wasting time is all we do
until time comes back
to haunt
the rusted-out wasteland barracks
overgrown
in long-forgotten hillsides

People of the Sun perish decisively
with no questioning of
moral deceptions
by lineage
or dynasty.

Life becomes most precious
Above all else
as the source-fire-center-of-being
is illuminated.
This giving tree completes me.
Single-handedly sweeping leaves
and needles of needless suffering
away from her moist brow
Furrowed
Fields fallow as holy ground.

Lay down your stones.
Let the dry riverbed reclaim what's owned.
Deep wellsprings of clarity exist
in sub-dermal caverns.
Labor intensive
Labor of love
Open wide the doors.

Honor becomes Vice. Tables turn
and we're taught to think thrice simultaneously
holding co-existing worlds
of various improbability
within psycho-celestial marble swirls
of“might-be?”
What questions can be posed,
facts undisclosed?
Provisions made for impending departure:
Fully-clothed. Pockets filled. Watches wound.
Spring-loaded baked potato underground
Watch me grow...
Exploring exploding quantum quandaries
keeps the mind's eye wandering, watering, wondering “What's next?”

Destiny manifests in various flesh-vests
complete with sword arms and word swarms
Disarming vacuous malcontents with vested self interests in hegemonic displacement.
Ritual debasement as a matter of faith went unseen
by the god-like-I above all else.
NoMansLand
becomes encrusted with wealth.

Tax exempt statues
of satanic entitlement
Behemoths
engorged on uterine blood and vitamins.
Snack religious.
Eat the fruit you've been provided cuz
The black and white is
all integrated
deep down inside of us.

I spiral out
on a luminous gray-scale cloud
shrouded
in halos
like moonbows
inventing new hues
between the shades
on my way
to Pluto
Sacred geometry
planes and spheres
form drum membranes
formed rememberings
resonating deep
pockets of life loose
from the many-fold manifold
(multiverse postulate)

Prognosis: Probable epigenetic genesis.
Last request: Filter out the meaningless.
Upload the polished product
to the Trollolosphere.
Find the others.
Unify
in defense of all that's dear.
Hold down the fort
until I can come back fortunate with support and we can unseat the crown jewel thief's
twelve ton megachurch
Gargantuan
Pivot point fulcrum
Power point presentation
Elimination of impassable obstacles
When a tree falls wordless
across a precipice,
Who hears the (h)owls?