Sunday, January 25, 2015

Open Windows

Chirp, the birds on
angel street, chirping off
highway by-ways,
on route to heaven
dimensional self--
there is nothing thinking
in oneness 4-d first person
perspective of the active
mind, all mine, all floating
mine, all fucking mine,
all there floating fucking
to examine-re-examine
floating fucking floating
twisted into temporal knots
like universal truth
plugged up, swelling, feverishly
attempting escape,
protect our windows, walls
project our sigils dancing
to twilight pretzel swirls
floating fucking all mine floating
all mine all mine mine all
this is a retroactive consciousness
built into evolutionary time
this is the last solo journey
toward the end
listen as you are me I she he we

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