Journey on for the Moment
if I could describe your soul it would be
clear mirror shattering forevermore
where pieces are jigsaw puzzles
not fitting, falling under oak table
stuck on persian carpet existing
upside down on another planet
soul shadows broken spiderwebs
hanging on ceilings not existing
another calls himself father holding
elbow skin blowing in a wind
that Venus still intends to create
light calls whilst darkness holds
corridors from Sun broken veins
heart flips pink-black flashing neon
green in fast paced cities where
floozies drink cheap wine
you run from frazzles to pin
your heart with pegs into earth
its flipping tears raw with blood
oozing H2O
ego seeks itself in fleshy
protuberances
with mind trying to find a womb
hangers on are none but yourself
another glass piece mercuried in
palm of hand which you play
with in fascination
dot twinning itself is what focus is
to be as Brahmin seeks to shine
through you either as piece or whole
since piece is both peace and whole
hole both whole and chaos
Brahmin being lining, overcoat as well
as every button, knows soul as thread
and needle, hammer or nail
you see this too ~ since you are Him-Her
nibiru called with itunes you ignored
escaped before exploding splinters
for bonfire burnt to charcoal
Home is too eternal
eyes acquired wrinkled brows painted
black whilst estates, cymbals and
drums became backdrops for speech
stages relating stories of Upanishads
Torah, Bible or Quran
there was and is no audience
all dance atoms attempting presence
slime of tar cannot be cleansed
Brahmin likes that too
it will glitter with rainbow drops
when Sophi-el hits the surface
you will see beauty walking down
township streets stopping to chat
change taking too long to appear
when detachment becomes
more or less complete
neither simplicity or complexity
leaning against a vehicle door
a fool already trampled on
now has vacant smiles of
knowing ….
some write essays to name
his sorrow and whimsical smile
both he pocketed irretrievable
lacy leaf holds onto an electric pole
in strong gusts colouring cracks
dry wrinkles in powder blue or age
with AI assistance, it matters not
don’t you see as Brahmin is arterial
Tree of Life, every opera set or
backyard, all glee
journey on for the moment
all food for cause of
Freedom
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