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Degrees of Insanity

Is it more insane to long to grow away from prisons than to feel we still belong imprisoned? Are we already prisoners, lacking images for liberties and co-arising responsibilities, of a re-embodied god? Are we divine authorities to remake humanity in our own god and goddess incarnations free of body limiting imaginations? Could we imagine a YHWH who embodies Earth, cosmologically evolving through spacetime, revolving spiraling dense and complex octaves of color as resonant scales of sound, fragrance within redundant seasons of FatherSpace suns and black star-caves passing through MotherTime valleys and waves? Imagine we are stardust coming to see ourselves as we might bust hard thrust know lust grow trust blow truth speak sooth, unfortunately rust, imaging ourselves through redefining us across healthing regenerations. Are we less insane longing our way from prison belonging free without cancerously capital-investing cells? Punishment spells? BigDaddy will swell if we tell I am where we are; We are where we belong. I can't cower if you think that's wrong I can only sing how god wrote my song. And I can only dance where Allah could best prance strong. And we can only breathe what TaoTime finds notnot too double-binding long. I think I would be wrong to imprison what longs to virally throng. Aren't we more insane stuck in retribution's prison when god cries out for peace restoring Earth's freedom from FalsePatriotic lies, paternalism fried, too many species and future generations of sacred Time's regeneration already died. If only we had tried a little less LeftBrain secular crazy and a lot less RightBrain sacred lazy Is it less insane to long to stay in prison than to know we don't belong imprisoned or enslaved to insanity ourselves?

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