I am a jail man
An independent, full of freedom, crashed
There is no life. The natural. Just blackmail
Snow White's packed science destroys life
Snow white psychology’s ash, gives dark
Kills sun, Kills God. Hope dead, no faith. Die
Where is life? It’s exiled. Rulers, devil minds
Oh, humanity! Why do you block your life?
Why are you putting limits on my life? Why?!
I don’t accept any of these degenerations
No, never, all of them artificial dead science
Programming souls? Psychologist cheetahs!
Spiritual Tarzans! Earth, planet of the apes!
Hmm, psychology, deleted ancient wisdom
Hmm, today is a sin to read the father’s words
Psychological steel cage, my life is unnatural
I met with Adam. He asked, did you see Eve?
No, you can’t find her! Even Satan trembles
There is no longer a living natural soul here
This is a jail, a mentally limited, regulated world
Psychology, psychology! Innovation of death
Mental prison, unconsciousness, laughing death
People feel for independence
Switched off minds
My contemplation recognizes
My jail in this life
We are ecological science
and con-science
and unconsciousness.
We are story
and egological storyteller
and unknown
unheard
unseen.
Earth's humane act
and actor
and theologically transcendent stasis.
The dance
and dancer
and deaf
and frozen
The song
and singer
and silent
muted
anticipation
and anxiety.
The play
and player
and absent
uninvited
worker.
The thought
and thinker
and feeler
and numb.
The garden
and gardener
and consumer
and starving.
The Earth
and EarthTribe
and Ego
and Interdependent
DNA and RNA place-timed relatives,
matriarchal regenerators
regenerations
degenerations
ungenerated energy
entropy
untropy
anti-morphic
metamorphic
metaphor.
We are leftbrain either/or polynomial
rightbrain polyphonic
ecopolitically polypathic
positive trust energy democracies
health/wealth
ego/ecosystems
bilateral
bicameral
binomial nonzero-sum balancing
The science story,
and consciousness storytellers
and yet unconscious
unfelt
unknown,
The patriarchal history
of and for eco-matriarchal mystery.
Your euphony
sounds like my epiphany,
he explicitly noted.
Your polypathic resilience
feels like my polyphonic resonance,
she compassionately warmed and comforted,
nurtured and nutritioned.
Your theologically divine relationships,
progressions through historical multicultural experience
think and feel my ecologically natural communions,
processions through polyculturing anticipations,
s/he silently sang,
imaginatively danced,
Not for future performance,
but from past inclusive participations,
co-investments,
compassionate regenerations,
dispassionate degenerations,
passionate incinerations,
Euphonic epiphanies.
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