Encased in a box
Clawing, Screaming, petrified
"Focus on what's good..."
Light growing inside
planting seeds in my garden
drowning out evil
Mineralized wood
sparkling gemstone colors
standing tall and strong
In the darkness, calls
delusions, tangled theories
twisted processes
Presenting half-truths
mangled behind closed curtains
devil's alchemy
Thoughts as fireflies
exploration commences
purge the corruption
Garden of gemstones
seeds planted into wood's cracks
luminous facets
Patrolling in groupings
revealing machinations
always on guard here
Devoured corpses shown
skeletons of last battle
must keep on going
Drive out the madness
cultivated sufferings
weeds plucked from the roots
Have you forever come and gone
turning on your identity trail
to face a wall of YangFlame
dissonance?
Standing
and sitting
and sleeping
and Yang/Yin in-between
insideEgo and outsideEco known
inside as outgrowing
since ZeroZone Win secular seed
Won SacredBeginning
of bilateral BigBang Yang
recovering from LoseLose Zero
YinYin BiLateral Zone Time
This double-binding flame wall
aptic ashes in-between firestorms
your Ego identity loves WinComely
and sacred EcoBeLoved
of in-between Others
winning EarthTribe positivenergy,
AnimaMundi
Holy MatriarchalSpirit.
This dueling secularLeft-sacredRight wall
of co-redemptive Fire
between myself
and our ecojoy,
EarthTribe therapeutic shafts
of flame
restoring justice sunlight days
and peaceful starlit nights,
deducting DNA supremacy
as inducting RNA flowstreams,
nutritionally green
echoing off mineralized crystal rocks
harmonic revolving windfunnels
resonant thunderstorms of revolution
polypathic songs
of ringing newborn singing childhood
Imagining square dancers
of and for seasons
with lovely healthy reasons--
permaculturing operas.
i hate a night as this
minutes turning as the fan
slow and back again
metronomic
lives slipped past each other
spotlights on dark water
arc light dimming
tenebrous
murmured civilities
faucalized voices
whispers in a wine glass
monosyllabic
days years months
rusting like old coins
forgotten in a sewer grate
mineralized
calendar of moments
flying backward and away
burnt years like autumn's leaves
cold smouldered
tannic blood alkali veined
sublimated heart
simmering on a soul's backburner
as I roll back over
to this polar night
Water On The Mind
Dig a hole inside the desert mine
One that reaches far beneath
Bring me water from its depths
To drink from the bottom up
Down at the farthest reaches
Bottom water is the best
Tasting cold and mineralized
Arsenic and cyanide contaminate
More than ninety percent of Earths water wells
Slaves know this fact as well
Run some tests before you bring well water here
The slaves are thirsty all the time
Countless troubles keep them occupied.
Give them the water first to drink
Let them have something else to think about
Water on the mind
If they survive all is well
With water from the mine
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