Thought is Naught
“Life IS a lucid dream
it is God’s ultimate cream
together we decide our roles
defined in curriculum our causes
and effects hold ! ” Poet
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Incubating in layers of deep psyche
waiting watching nurturing itself
Ephiphany in pink womb of God
blacker than black a mamba sleeps
obeying cosmic’s ticking precision weave
versing elegantly slimy secrets achieved
Dreams swirl along specular spine
finding exactitudes in colourful moods
scales know its patterns promulgated
actions, rations misqualified confined
confidence embeds subjects and objects
who does what squats, how beckons now
It curls, unfurls, stretches or flexes
patience knowing no wild gaming, taming
ideals naming both destiny and mutiny
stories languidly cursived in etheric nexus
nucleii silvery float in non-linear moats
lucidity moulds magic making as bread baking
Mamba discerns that nuts and raisins
equal universal occasions in blazen
it designs, rearranging own quarks
arks of ivory, marble, even singing larks
ready for steady taking, picking, choosing
making noose, loose or tight, our right
String-strands God’s hand guide helix back
or forth so kind ~ desiring we happy dance
designated stance on Mercury or Venus
beams, enigmas defined refined steams
free will remains our pearl or costly culling
dissections bring stings HeShe wanted not
for us to ring bring
At exact millisecond slumbering mamba
flickers tongue in wriggling of knowing
unlace lids, slivers to quiver and shiver
a silent hymn before Epiphany fountains
from deathless space in no haste at all
cream from milk separates into curds
Whey carries it through planetary bays
dappled dawn born unshorn, horn blowing
ecstatic arrival on Gaia’s gallant shores
illusions composed into Epiphany’s core
trust that mambas will remember tender
to wipe-work away fat effects or slender
We samba each dream in darkness
or henna, lifting gently layered gauze
pause, slide crystalline scapes, glide
palming pomelos in reveries on jetties or
petty putrid pungent stream __how do we
do is all our own stew, deliciously fresh
each time we view, our curriculums mesh
on moonbeams or in Gaia’s sensuous cream
yum
YUM
U. M…
UMM
thought is naught ____
Zzzz_______star-gaze perceptions sought
then stream beams ____
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