Underneath it all!
At the behest of our unknowing, we turn around on a dead coin. Unmoved by death throes. Perculated to the utmost of our physical being. And then we drop to the ground like a night moth on the asphalt, benumbed by some bat who hit us sideways, between all those young yearning souls who glean in their sleep the distress that went away while they slept hopping between eternities!
The street lamps went off.
But my Mother said: Go now my boy to your Father's bosom and become a MAN; because afterwards you'd have to start again. Dreaming then dreaming till TIME stops in your Mother's lap. Like a babe suckling until all dries out.
After the daffodils, the poison comes. An elixir only for immortal creatures, capable of thought & rebellion like some silly unconsequential Promethius! Who offers grease and bones.
Smiting the mighty pride that makes up Zeus' horrible thunderbolt!
Oh how great is GOD in our hearts, throbbing. Royal blood dripping in the magic flow of our veins and arteries! The SOUL navigates on the tempestuous waves of our silliness. Grenat.
The SOUL is eternal but the carnal cadaverous body does not know it! The SOUL is GOD's keeper in this holographic world.
Nothing is real. But assuredly everything hurts and smells and seems oblivious to the core of all this nothingness so grand. Your children are real your wife your loves. All LIES come from Satan.
Hail GOD!
