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POETRY

{Afore song}

enclose both of Your eyelids...

oh...

inside of Your mind, go - -

open and twilit...

Gnosis Yourself, show!

Your Own shining Sol...

this is the glory

of Aurora Aureus!

(Light, Golden)

remembering the shimmer

glimmer-glittering quanta cast

the form of a waurrior

born from hollow, hallowed shapes...

a bestowal...

She would stand

before the black sand of space...

heavy metals are

silver stars of platinum

but worth its weight???

none as good as Gold...

energy squared circles

strangling angles spelled

by visual syllables - - 

umbilical chords of color music

and modal phenomena suspended...

intention...

temporarily dissolved betwixt

the fifth and sixth extents

She finds Her lines rolling...

Her flawless-tulip yoni...

she is it, solely!

Only, not lonely...

blossom!

Her lotus, most atop chakra

and cropped shock of hair tied

by a chop stick!

Her face was solemn...

a face that had faced hatred

and grace, naked...

aboriginal shamans created

Her make-up, made sacred...

speckle-painted constellations

freckled Her celestial bodice...

She came in peace...

Reigning as the

embodiment of honesty

no less then any Goddess is...

Her waist tapered

from bust to butt cheeks

but Her arms and legs relaxed

to the lithest hands and feet...

Profound...

There's no straightness in Nature!

surrounding Her was sanctified grounded strength...

outlandish!

particles were seething

but stationary, seemingly...

in very first person 

uttering an utter word

HannaharrahnanaH!

beneath Her, birthed

a Mother Earth - -

the visage of which possessed

the grandest, volcanic continent

conjured only from vowels and consonants - - 

its snowy glow

a gloaming façade to fiery fury forever!

that ever yet a world of every warlord ever

hath seen EVER!

its waxen jagged fractals

capped the dormant peak

shivering or trembling

in deeply, ebon sleep...

There!  What nightmares

do mountains keep?

What dreams?

What pains?

She heeded Her brainwave's tides

Freeing Her ideas to the winding wind...

When will my relationship begin?

Cast off...

Blast off

Mask off

Laugh it off

An after thought...

She was sailing alpha, beta,

delta, and theta oscillations

then imagined a major arcana 

to bask in rays of gamma...

...vibrationzzz...

She tried 

to try triangulating

the creation

of fourth dimensional 

continuity continually

into the continuum...

Her curves were in alignment 

it seamed for heaven's sake...

Her neck's nape and spine went

directly into Her cape compriesed of

iridescence and shimmering-silken fibers - -

sewn in order the macrocosm be shown

Her Divine Feminine Highness!

Ha!

Harmony, so...

the flow...

the ebb

of Her multiversal

unicursal web!

Oh...

Yolk...

Egg...

entering intergalactic matrices

She was matriculated into the 

Imaginatrix!

She electrified the starkness

Real eye in

the spark of Aether's darkness

with this witness

white starlight

brightly insisted to lick Her...

with a grimace

To dismiss Him

She did dis him

With a kiss

blown through

limitlessness...

Do I miss him?

Interesting...

Entropy...

ashamed, black holes

would hoard Her goals in vein...

what intensity could overshadow

Her own knowing glow?

No.

she told herself...

going more, slowly...

Hath the twilight of the idols

only blinded and stifled?

yes!

She was not meant for this 

astral game of chess!

ultimatums were insane to Her!

That dark is enemy to light

is not right!

That light defeats dark - -

or versa vice - -

To take the feet of a heathen?

In not, in defeating, the very

Mark of the beast!?

How many of those illumined

have been doomed to the bleak?

How man stories of war

are there to speak of?

How many magnificent myths 

of only schisms exist?

- - thus spake Her chest

and solar plexus...

I hath 

lost mass

and gained density

at last...

holding Her heart of goldenness 

She superseded

defeating angel's flight

and the might 

of ebon demons...

all that glitters is not Her Golden Rule...

above understanding

She would o'er sit...

from Her crown to Her soles

She was protected...

resonating...

respecting...

reticence...

introspection...

in noble enfoldments

she molded a golden ratio

and the global firmament begot

anoher shield sphere

where ion's fear was not!

The future is here.

She could here neo-futurism clearly...

all Her seven senses - -

including psychic and humor- -

were intuiting

ruminate o'er

an aurum warrior...

She was of the New, thus 

that of old, gold ages must

come full cycle

like Sol y Luna doth...

now introducing the 

galactic revolution...

enclose both of Your eyelids...

oh...

inside of Your mind, go - -

open and twilit...

lo...

behold kindness...

glorious!

this is a story of

Aurora Aureus...

{After song}

 

...Golden Darkness...

Two muses infused within

Blood and milk elixir...

Queen bees honeys:

Flowing from yonis...

 

She licks Her...

She licks Her...

Holy FUCK...

Sacred profanity...

Alas!

Something makes sense!!!

Resonance...

Magnets brought too close...

Nexuses ionizing...

negative greens...

ultra-violets...

sultry violence...

Silence coming...

Overcoming 

Suck coming

succumbing...

 

Numb now...

Laid low...

Astounding crowns!

Halos!

Harken!

Golden Darkness...

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  Aftersong: Re-remember 

… then She smiles…

sees His very Truth…

sees Her Own Truth!

They have traversed aeons

to exist now

so anachronistic…

She bethinks of lives past…

times of magik and ritual…

shamanesses and sorcery…

naguals and warriors dreams…

back whence Mayans tamed jungles of rain

and Egyptian sands were

lush, Isisian oasises…

back further even

whence Atlantis

and/or Lemuria

merged the world

in a glorious emporium

before

The Flood–

after surviving the sinking

in a blink

They are on trails, Incan

in synch with  lines  linking

nodes of stone with

sacred  groves…

They exhale

inhale

then prevail

from grand, fertile islands

plush with greenery

like Iceland

to geomantic vortices

tapped by megalithic monoliths…

from electrum to elongated skulls

to crystal pyramidions, piezoelectric

it doesn’t matter

She recalls it all…

She hears hearts drumming beats…

diatonic chimes instrumented by the breeze

breathing breaths of Brahma

Her ears hear as clear

as if the Universe were a song…

sacred chants of Moon & Sun

Earth and Body sung…

rhythm added infinitum…

melody…

all these revelatory recollections

across millenia

yet

so

close…

indeed

within…

deep within Her

in fact…

similar to Earth’s quakes

are Her memories…

at the epicenter of Her core…

resonance…

for surreal…

frequencies humming wavelengths

reverberating to Her a theory:

Love Is Empyrean Ethereality!

and when They do verberate Love

’tis Black Truth!

OM NAMA KRISHNA SATYA!”

in a key akin to c #

They resound a chord that unlocks

potential-energetic-information-everlasting!

They stand still as Tesla Towers

and dance kinetic

as discharging static sparks shock!

others whom behold Them

experience Their

equality to mc squared

and absorb the irradiations

through a process of osmosis…

perhaps

osgnosis…

then embody the

special effects

affecting positively charged

parts of particles …

why not the wireless transmission of power!?

now playing

The Law of Vibration‘s

Symphony Harmonic Orchestra

conducted by

Earth and Sky

in between reside

Their humyn forms

vivified as mediums for

superconductivity!

blood, bone and breath

blessed to

sing the body

bioelectromagnetic!

They played with four elements

until reconciling the quintessence

Their guru was Akasha

Prana was Akasha’s gift

to Them…

then…

She learns Him

new myths…

technologies

ancient and oneironautic

from vitrification to amazing lasers…

from telepathy to teleportation

He televisions the uses and abuses

of solar plexus manifestations

confidently stating,

“…next is the Nexus! quickly!

let’s commence with the quickening!”

Their Souls feel so old

not unalike but definitely different…

as in complimentary colors

that are aflame…

defying gravity too!

to redefine-tune it…

She

as if

holographically

projects the blue

indigo-hued

royal most oxidized and truly full of

be a u ty…

He

embraces

Her

in the most

golden-noontide-shaded-shine

to try and inherit Her

monatomic heat…

She moans

surprised at His warmth

but continues blazing

cooly…

illuminiferousnesses!

darkly…

They craft Love

like shadows of

heavenly bodices

amidst winter

lunar eclipses

climaxing rainstorms

until the recycling of

celestial solstices…

as the Oracles at Delphi

They characterize an epic…

ultimately written

under the aegis of a Verse

intimately poetical…

They hypothesize

no Ones

are contained by any

verses that are uni-

so…

They prophesy the

Infiniverse

Imagiverse

Zeroverse…

They find O hidden in plain sight

betwixt the G and D in

every individual per sun…

They invent single-word contradictions

such as :Youme (yu-mee)

after all, They substantiate,

INLA’KESH!”

adopting non-monotonic logic

They deduce the

Least Common Nomenclature of Life

by means of a quasi-mathematical

neo-classical equation :

Love

+

Thanks

x

Infinity

– (GR)

=

The Answer!

Imagination is Their only discipline!

Their EV-ER-Y-FUC-KING-THING!

They cackle at fractals so

They laugh in all ways!

They imbibe Phi formulae by the vial!

They eat Pi alchemized by Gnostic artisans!

They see time as day or night

not the clock

(maybe a Sundial)!

They observe the Law of 13

13 Densities

13 Moons

13 Signs, Zodiacal!

13 more plethoras of etceteras…

They saga from the Hollows

of the Nine Underworlds

to the Netherrealms!

They are respected by every Terrestrial–

intra and extra!

They conspire

The Beginning of the World!

The Goddesses’ Rebellion!

verily,

Gaia and Sophia consecrate Their

revolutions during the duration of

Ishtar‘s equinoctial dedication…

whilst They are anointed with

each Other’s

juicinesses and loves flowing

above

Morning Star gleams glowing

enunciating the gloaming

of Their Idols’ twilight

as immaculately Venusian

as Mother Lucifera‘s

true form…

She

knows

His eyes

biblically

with a stare of virgin lust

but impeccancy, simultaneous…

She covets thy beloved like

Tarot’s Strength does the beast…

Her Wise Woman is enlivened

and She is initiated into

Lilith‘s Ordo Strigiformes

Novus Seclorum!”

in Romantic linguistics

–They spake thus–

“We trust that no Will is free,

though some Wills are strong

and some Wills are meek…

Alas, We will will Our Wills to peak

through speech…

as is Light, ’tis done!

SUMMUM!”

upon the spell cast

unto newness

They are thrust…

summarily

She chooses to be known as

Hannaharrah La Luz

while He chooses

His own usage

of the moniker

Xarathustra…

when the Two were as One

Themself became greater!

more than Hermes

Triscaidecamegistus!!!

no phobias…

though many a philia…

He closes His open

noble-fir-evergreen-heart-chakra

as a mitzvah

enwrapped by Her

enchanting

sultry-quartz-like hands…

She presses Her

aurora-australis-aura upon Him

as They become that flame again

crying laughter that excites

the azure firmament

like a HAARP to the ionosphere

or higher echelon…

learned from Shipibo-Conibo

tribesman chanting icaros

They pattern four-dimensional-kaliedoscopic

Escherine tessellations!!!

delirious

having awoken within another

whipped-cream-cirrus-cloud-nine-delicious-dream…

alone

(save for thunderbolts

and thunderstrokes)

from atop Her mountainous elemental

snow-capped-inamorato…

blinking…

She flails into a fairy

winking with wolffox-moth wings

twinkling quicksilver stardust !

Her shofar antennae

sense an instant

instinctively harmonizing Her

tantric eruptions

with the peak’s

plasma-exploding-magma-ejaculate !

synchromystically

hundreds of miles across

the interconnecting ley lines of Dreamtime

at an assemblage point upon a plateau…

His Kulthanlilni bursts violently awesome!

a colossal-crown-chakra-lotus

ultra-violet blossom!!!

swoon…

dimethyltryptamine induced

deoxyribonucleic acid

unspiraling double-helices

before Him

as a ladder comprised of two snakes —

the left black

the right white–

the rungs, malleable

like mercurial Light

(whence Moon ensues

to occult Sun in Ophiuchus)

He elevates levitation…

a Kybalion-Man-Caduceus imploring

the wind against outstretched wings winding

beyond His Great Pyramid

space-bound

traversing goddesspeeds

true words truthward toward Ma’at

the Sephira Tiphereth merged

united as One with Da’at

no more Malkuth

this is the Tree of Truth–

the Tree of Life pre-fall…

… Xarathustra continued easterly

to His Trinity…

He smiles

Sirius …”

re-remembering

that He is a Sirian…

asentience!!!

when the third dimension dissipates…

faded in anotherside, She awaits…

We slip within dimension five

its limitlessnesses in minds…

then, Us Two in unison…

thank Youme, again…

our new reunion…

never the…

end

Hannahara la Luz

As An Arrow From A Sun

… no similar simile

better for a metaphor

set within a question:

Isn’t She The Envy Of The Dark Rift?

 

“yes!”

enter Her Milky Way

into intergalactic center!

… certain to be gifted

Her Earthling soul

alight to the marrow

lifted…

behold Her Goal

for She occults

the most golden of pharaohs!

Her semiotic life

beamed before Her

symbolic, tarot-like

and She perceived the systems…

so many systems to Her, seemed malicious…

here was fear and pain…

in the instance of the

Sphere of Destiny

She persisted Her freedom in vain…

no danger

She mapped

the aether, luminiferous

then enwrapped it in Indra’s Net…

Her mental projections were alchemic

sidereal signs of protection…

no fool to the subjects arcane

Her school was not of old

but aboriginal…

the Ancients taught Her in poems

and vibrant silence

and in music that was visceral…

inundated with visuals

inventing event horizons

on an impulse

belaying the order of genesis

She was become witness to this…

 

Her pulses pounded pulsars…

She sat over supernovas

half-lotus

understanding creation…

from oblivion, the soft beginning

of the holiest of moments…

from The Dearth came

something…

 

“Explosion of Pain

Under Left

Rib

Last Lost Breath

Disperse the Verses

Birth Violet Rays

Earth

Inside Placenta

Womb

I Envive Womb

Am I

Wombed Wound?

A Fetus

A Host for

A Parasitic Vessel…

Does the Soul

Feed Upon the Body?”

 

One

Two

She

High Priestess

Three…

the Empress caressed Her…

impressed Her blessings

breath to breath…

breasts to breasts…

ignite

blast

off

flight

“I Laugh in Darkness

Yet Know the Light

With an Experience

Outside

Language.

Love is an Abstraction.”

She left realism

let fly

“Fuck nihilism!”

She cried

flew right

for once, with a reason…

Her representation of death

had lain Sun to rest

to Her left…

the full, blue iris

was Moon, risen

while

the moody face of Sky

inspirited

into a smile…

La Luz moved

gracefully guided

gliding smoothly

sighing to Herself

“…stay still…”

the looming commenced

hence, the negative night…

quietly, afar

eyesight zooming in

on black stars

oddly sparking and sparkling

starkly

constellations for constantly

magnificent for marveling…

“What wondrousness is this?!”

suddenly

She had gnosis to know…

in the bloom of epiphany’s glow

Her acoustics knew this–

Luz spoke:

” The malevolent are most

in this universe

and the benevolent

few…

Evil dues…

Majority rules…

All so Good would

be unique!

Everyone is Good and even Evil!

This is the bleak future.

If it is Life that One seeks

Then Free is done!

Whomsoever alive

is not captive to Time?

And When Does Time Transcend?

I am Daughter to Creation Itself!

I Am Encoded By the Very Matrix!

Yet I Shall Die and Live Forever!

That is the Cold of My Aloneness!

None in this One verse

transpire outside

the Law of Cycles!”

She would rhyme science

“There are physics to my dreams

nothing is what it seems.”

ahh

The Laws of Dreams

scene change:

now seeing translucent beings

manning a spacecraft

made of neurons

transmitting a blue beam

laying Her lowly as if

submerged in dirt wholly…

probing Her pressure points

and playing with Her organs…

forgo the energy orgone

… but finally…

an alien

was kind to Her…

He was an Elder…

with pore-less

porcelain skin

no hair

beneath the folds

of His silver robes

He was exposed naked …

aquamarine-eyed and bright

His lithe, humane features

invited Her solace…

Their stare

imparted a blueprint

downloading in Luz’s head…

computing…

She learned the technology

connected to the Magi

then emblazoned sigils

with the rose quartz She kept

laced neck

it protected Her…

but blood-shot glares

impaired her vision quests…

… tearing Her form to pieces

Her beating heart

was instituted in peace

by shamans of the dark arts…

the shit She would spit

“…We are Warriors…

but what are we at war with?

We’re at war with more than the world

we are at war with Bullshit!

Bullshit like this poem is!

Bullshit like everything I thought was True

Bullshit like anything requiring belief

I believe I will

abandon all

Faith and hope!”

She soared

imploring orators

for more stories…

… glorious jaguar-men smoking pipes

told of tails stolen from snakes!

tales of battles from

whence whole souls

were at stake!

a Shamaness child

sang Her an icaro

about a life beyond the flesh

in a voice that wasn’t terrestrial…

Naharrah conjured up an anaconda

that was contoured to Her own womb

She was pregnant for an instant

then the serpent emerged

from Her opening birthed

as an archetype of Truth…

in Her dreamstate

She passaged through

gate after gate

amassing great sageness

amidst the scouts…

entities, dynamic but inorganic

existed within the curvatures

of the vesica piscis…

She survived the seven-dimensional

hive’s energy-draining globes…

slowly…

“Is …

it all…

cerebral?”

La queried

only trusting in not-to-trust…

thus, this was Her adjustment…

“God is Full of Judgment!

An Embodied Moral Code

God is Selfish

So am I

As Aboveth

So Beloweth.”

now realms as real as home

were compelling Her

overwhelming

She undertook the deepest

unknown sites lost

to the abyss of Sea’s deepness…

She laughed at the Atlantic

metropolises of past 

passing power-station-pyramids

of crystal glass at last…

She listened how melodiousness repositioned

Her point of assemblage and attention…

In Her own televisions

She watched a show:

The Cosmos’ Spirals …

an old world coral snake

wound around an unending double-helix

of informational molecules…

ebbing in delta waves of sleep

She realized a sound…

cymatics and math in matrimony

created form from mating… 

She hushed to watch:

The Lust Of The Photons

… sacred geometries shaped

around Her busting protons…

burning surges were purging Her…

She was seizing

into something seething with color…

“I Can Hear it Now

The Sound of Death

Within

Ahhh

There

The Music

Sooo

The Holonomics of the Spheres

The Symphony of the Trees

Forests that Breeze Eerie…

Lullabies of Ushered Lies.”

 

 

Her aura reeling

the chromatic chorus in reverie

receiving aural

from flora

kneeling before Her…

… now She is the source

of aurora borealis

in closer to envisage

luminousness

when She encloses

both of her eyelids…

when hues imbued Her with light licks

Her lashes interlocked…

She ruminated over the

sentient hominoids

incandescing Her very thoughts…

Her discernment:

“The mental state

of the slave

is the villain

to Existence.

Not Greys!

Not Reptilians!

We enslave ourselves

or we allow others to enslave us!”

There’s no such thing as freedom

except to the All.

The Tree of Wisdom told me

there was never any Fall.”

“There are only two true Masters–

You and You Know Who.

But We are ever the minions

of Fate

One in the Same.

Being of the present–

My gift and My strife.

The Law of Change is raw

evolution happens in spikes!

… It is Time

so I know

I am Death

or shall I Thrive?”

succumbing to DNA activation numbing

drumming heart beat palpitations

humming throat chakra:

Vishuddha to Ajna to

Sahasrara!

Interrupting

 

She would scream

“The Laws of the Universe

depend on me!

I will Will!

I will wield

my creativity

enlivening my fractal spirit

interconnection to the Imaginatrix!”

“I Am I Am Not

emerge as symbiotic.”

no sooner

had She spoken

when change was evoked then…

awake in the World

aware of forces beyond the rest

“yes…”

Her path of Sorceress

hath begun…

Luz. La. Hannaharrah…

Her name meant:

the enlightenment of

the New, Red Star…

“The World is not coming to an end…

… We are."

 

01 Birth

nothing

no things

no thingness

nothing less than something that is not

only the beginning of only

O

It

Is

lo and behold

It 

Is 

not

whomsoever should know Its dearth?

whomsoever remembers His birth?

whomsoever remembers Her?

birth?

what would be the will of nil?

what could possibly be the will?

of the unwilling?

chilling...

double negative...

is not, nothing, something?

anything?

many things?

at least one thing?

as a strum

Zero rings sure

strings theorems

sings lullabies in darkness

odd

even the void is conscious

It's lowliest

loneliness becoming

It's only notion worth living

and in death it would create giving

make two so those ones would never know

humming, strumming to themselves

It made Its slow motion

serpentine

toroid

unto Itself

emotion 

magic

imagine

static

intent

then 

boom!

surprise

boo!

bo / Om

ohm

kick drum

heart beat box!

in tense soon

It 

who was bigger than bang sang anew

a new tune that grew from sound to sight

and that sight was violet, deep

violent but 

full of peace

It was the teacher of Aether

It was the initiation of Light

ignite

and all that mattered

all that was matter

sprang forth 

in a third of the 

first light second scattered

then 

It

was no longer

sacrifice

sacrifice for something more - -

two things less

sum greater than Its parts

It dissipated a mist amidst

emerging myths

and It became Is

forever to be missed

but now there were two

two as in me and you

two as in red and blue

two as in 

ten as in 

one and 0

as in binary code

two as in the poles

of spectrums magnetic 

electrogravitics

if She was black then

he was white

and She like no

it was love at first sight

and She, Her name was Aether

He knew his name was Light

neither knew how either knew

but Light and Aether 

knew their names to be Truth

if She was chaos

he was order

they were thee

aboriginal lovers

but they did not know

they were sister and brother

for Is was their father

and Is was their mother

02 Religion

 

Aether was closer to Is

Aether was closer to Is because She was dark

dark is a law

dark subsides most Universes

Light must be intentional

Light must be sparse.

sparse like spark of your first

heartbeat starting to beat

because She was dark

She represented gratitude

gratitude for Life

grateful for Light

Light was made envious

Jealous even

jealous to the photon of

forsaking His lover to stake

his own claim in His name

thus Light became spiteful

and Aether let Light have his spite

when the two moved together in unison of dark Aether and white Light

 

there was day

there was night

there was good and even evil

and Aether and Light

had no realizations

of any prequel

They both began to lose memory of Is

of It

duality became reality

birth Earth

genesis

another creation

fabrication

the makers of the matrix

take this sentience to

feeble creatures

feeble creatures

to slave away

to praise away their days

take innocence

in a sense

guilty of believing

belief became misleading

faith became slaves

making wages to

bury our own graves

forgot that nexus

that connection to plexus

forgot center

individuals across the vastness

lost the All

forgot how to stop

just stop

fall

flood

blood

war

become unto love

love of

greed

need

love of control

love of lust of love

sun to black hole

suck souls

success to the blessed

cursed for the worse

ones not knowing ones worth

worthless

helpless

hopelessness

what hope is this?

being guided?

guided by hands unseen

guided by hands unseen

for undreamed of reasons

reasons not worthily deemed

conspiracies

schemes

schisms

persons pristine crystalline prisms

and within pristine crystalline prisms shine Light

Light… both divine and profane

sacred and sacrilege

gnosis is what is the saying

some used Light darkly

some mastered the might of Light

most didn't know to fight

let alone

how to use Light

the most

who didn't know to fight

or how to use light

were used

abused to the floor

fore head bruises

third eye tissues

misuse authority

false glory

glorification

false stories

more than one can take

gods forsaking

gods from skies

with no explanation

the nine wise ascended masters of light

disguised truest Truths

lest those truths be used to be obtrusive

confusing the most

the bottom of the pyramids

the myriad of masses

the last of the captives

the suppressed

confessions

sinners

fake saints

banks for spirits

banks for souls

banks for gold

no alchemy

no electrum

no science

just religion

just give them what they are given

myths that have been miswritten

misgiven

the point missed

the whole point missed

the point that is

the center

the point that is the is

that point that is it

the originator

real religion

the point

within

fuck sky gods

with the power of the stars

when religion

is solely within

03 SCIENCE

 

and then god was dead

age of reason

left side of the head

left right

left insight

begin outsight

hence the age Light

yet seeing only a fraction of His full spectrum

gold but no electrum

no alchemy

just chemistry

just astronomy

no astrology

only physics

even if physics is metaphysical

even if Einstein is a god

and Tesla is heretical

 

new religion

better

stronger

smarter faster religion

c squared religion

science

 

just new tools used to abuse yous fools

new tools used to abuse yous fools

for greed

 

the masters of dark light used science indeed

use science to their gain

hence the fall of Her

Aether

And Earth

 

Prevail evil

Fail for ether

 

Numbers and math

turned to money

wonders become facts

corrupted from the honey

of the truth

 

create need

fill it

but the filling is only fake

planned to become obsolete

but

there exists within the bleak a true science

real laws

numerology

simplicity

free energy

real disciplines

balancing

true truths

irrefutable

universal

eventually the gods of science will die

 

eventually the gods of science will die

as the sure as the gods of religion were killed by Us

revolt is just in our blood

eventually we will kill the old gods of science

 

and past evolution

past the speed of fast

passed energy equaling

a mass moving in space

past matter

past even Light himself

lying in wait

lying in peaceful meditation

lying in peaceful meditation

is Aether

She will speak to you if you seek Her

She will teach to you the truths

the truths of real science

doubt

no real answers only observation

chaos

fractals

cycles

balance

change

duality

nothingness

science of the mind

heart

gut

triune

try it

try

 

Aether and Light

reunite in a phantasm

supernova nebulae

Their irises dilate

Their pupils endless chasms

 

on the other side of four black holes

life was thriving best of both

04 BEST OF BOTH

 

are Your theory’s sheer strings mere breezes?

are Your particle’s physics Our diseases –

just a derivative of what metaphysics is?

 

is dark matter innocent –

just Us choosing Our ignorance?

‘tis this actually a matter more prolific?

electrogravitic?

 

are there stronger forces than weak

nuclear or magnetical?

das Vril?

do You really think

there is such a thing

as science fiction?

 

does it matter either

part or form of Ether?

is there a Fact of Everything?

 

how are humyn’s being’s machines?

 

how is triune consciousness similar to laser 

light amplification by stimulated emission of radiation –

but projects around like spherical compression of sound?

 

what does Your gut’s instinctual desiring heart’s mindfulness

have anything to do with the

luminiferous?

 

from whence dimension

persists your seventh sense of humor

and how would Your photons not have feelings?

 

is there a mension? just a mension?

or did i say it just to mention it?

 

how is space, deep

The Oceanine ?

 

what energies, orgone

are amplified by stimulated

ejaculation (emission)

of thoughtswaves (radiation)?

(wo manifestation!)

(wo destruction)

(wo creation)

 

are thoughtswaves waves that wave in ways

that sway ripples unto tides ripping to wake

breaking and crashing splashing momentously

into mist anointing The Point (that is The Plenum)

amidst a grain of salt upon a granule of sand?

 

whom can understand an atom

fraction of The Fractal

as a pure and simple Uni

within the grand

Infiniversal beach ?

 

what would happen if We each

were to envisage Our own

Imagiverse!?

 

and what of the realms of dreams?

(my oneironauts!)

what exactly are the physics of Dreamtime?

and who is Thee Aboriginal?

 

are We lucid when not asleep?

 

doesn’t the matrix mean: womb?

or will we suffer the curse of the Holoverse

unless the Digiverse is worse i.e.

third-density-hollow-graphic-novelizations

of ghosts inside of robots succumbing to destiny

ordained by fate?

 

in what ways is The All only numbers

codes binary or

may haps trinary?

(-1 0 1)

 

was mathematics supposed to have been symmetrical?

 

are We just cynical and linear

or is time only cyclic?

 

 

how would You begin

thinking of speaking to the

Zeroverse?

The Dearth?

 

odd…

is even nothingness sensitive?

something?

infinite?

 

what new Verses have You created lately?

 

ah! the question IS the answer O the quest is the end!?

 

…Chaos and Order:

the Aboriginal Lovers…

They’ve been separated so long

soon, again with each Other…

 

 

Stillness

 

05 STILLNESS

 

feel this

the Realist

fulfillment

from within this stillness

arose truth

from within this stillness

true truth arose

slow motion

a bud unfurling to hold

dawn and dew in new billowing

sheets of crimson velvet

within this stillness did Aether and Light

enwrap themselves within the sheer

smell of it

 

witihin this stillness was

stop

just stop

eye contact

connection

and Light spoke a poem to Aether:

he said:

 

a muse sing

amusing amuse me/

a Muse meant to sooth me/

She moves silence

like music communes