The world is there somewhere, elusive.
Reality’s to be found somewhere deep inside, intrusive.
You’re a self-intruder with hermit stamped all over you.
You’re born to wander cloaked like shady mystics do,
Steeped in Celtic voodoo and Kabbalistic abraka-hoodoo;
Nobody can dig metaphysical multi-reality more than you do.
You’re an analytical gesticulator, your proofs are false and true.
You’re a wisdom ejaculator, a crusader of the classical New.
Your shaded and shady and misted in cloak mystique dark form,
Nobody trusts your slinking form, thou harbinger of chaos storm.
People fear the image that you represent, Warrior Poet,
Ever curious about the universe but knowing it’s impossible to know it.
Bearded sage of moon night strolling toward the rich plant life at Symbol jungle,
To conjure magic abstraction out of swirling streams in the fluid coil energy tumble,
The humanispheric centrifuge of liquid energies is energetically demanding.
From this is extracted essences of the matrix of visions and grand understanding,
Whose ethereal potion power brings Enlightenment to the drinker and the Thinker.
The drifter-vidual siphons life from the contused confused human atmosphere,
SheHe imbibes the wisdom of context and patterned thought neuro-psychological intersection,
Where life forms and intelligent questing can gain cosmic mojo energy and direction,
With data recognition, they can ascertain their cosmic geo-meta-physical location,
metamorphosing internally into the transitional plasma of information,
Which photonically cascades around within the rhythms of Rebound.
The sound waves produced reverberate around in the cosmic array of sound,
The tunnel of phasal abstract reality energy-matic rhyme wisdom laser wave-rays,
Leaves residual trace-ways angling sideways within the grid of space/time-ways;
Neuro-cardial nervous exercise as you exorcise the demons of false understanding.
The tuning, opening receptors from the channels of solar heat to frigidness,
Drawing back the curtains of the slut seducer Dogma’s rotted rigidness.
Crusty, eroded statues removed of the soul of the final creative touches,
The spirit of the sculptor is not a marble core or technological paintbrushes.
She is in the fringes and rough edges of the human ledges and crevices.
The lines and curved planes that mask the internal molten stone,
The features of the figures of Dogmatic distraction worn down.
It is an attempt to lay a symbol framework of the real wizard of the id,
Upon the surrealistically multi-layered and splayed out Cubist multi-reality grid,
The facets glint in beams of lingual impotence, grammatical stress and hypertensions,
Wavering boundaries between the beholder and beholden dimensions.
The sheer byzantine ballistics and sly mechanistics of rhetoric dualities,
Only grapple with the spiritual forces of the multi-realities,
But can’t manipulate its essential inner helix, its genetic constabulary.
The Code-Keepers cause glandular expulsion, in reward for creating vocabulary.
But all angles at once cannot be described in the Big, Bad Simultaneous,
All viewpoints must be entered station by station, none are extraneous.
By removing vocal focus and stopping all normal thought process method,
You can obliterate the reality that you perceive, as you requested.
Re-organize, trace and re-grind all the pathways, notes and faces,
Burn down the old soul buildings and give birth to new organic symbolic spaces.
Chisel edges finely, etch a new artistic rendering of the realm of understanding.
We apprehensively apprehend and skeptically counter-defend and are mentally extending.
Our newly re-ordered, now gelatinous frameworks of complex simian noise grunt label,
They have melded together in a symphonious net of connections, Religion, Myth and Fable,
Pointing diagonally in all directions and chaotically directing,
Virtually experiencing death and hallucinating resurrecting.
How deep does our inner-outer collective spectrum run,
In the abstract space-time rhyme rhythm of chaos matter intermix?
How many sub-psychological programs must we re-tool and relativistically fix?
Before we can begin a real human life, a passionate dance of energy,
A smooth, oscillating cool electro-wave of Cosmic Neuro-psychological synergy,
This Inspire to inquire and collectively understand cosmic individualities,
Be reminded of the melt-shifting topography of non-singular plural realities.
