I’m one with the program now,
Nothing done hereafter
Is registered in the violence of the enforceable code,
Otherwise known as wild synapse wineberry passion
Moon Dust Ring Of Fire Charter,
Even if you’re poverty stricken,
The buzzards still buzz
The angels still weep,
The corporations still require their
Ever more needful fix
Of info-wealth stealth, control and acquisition,
You know, that old subversive tear jerker:
“First we mine your energy and time,
Then we’ll require your plasma of mind?”
Sweet temptation’s timeless hiss,
We’ve got to prepare for the ultimate rush,
A finer vintage you’ll never find,
Or color me quite kindly
Out of my mind,

Novelty, the commodity, the entity
The administrators dish out big cash
For just a glimpse to see,
Open that door
And they smile the big smile for ya,
That’s the wallet sized smile,
As do the hyacinths,
Ablaze in the labyrinths
In untold treasures of ecstasy,
The sighing, crying multi-universal mojo spree,
Of lucid wisdom shorn;
Individually unique as formed
Manifested and brilliant love on fire with form,
With their own keys and gateway traces,
Their own shiny jewels and criminal cases,
Their own dancing static, stairway stasis burning red demographic fire,
All reaching, all describing, all racing, a swirling blowing
Rolling magnificent magnificat rose,
To the humble blue humility in the tangents, through the tantric white galactic
Power soul
In the crux
Of the silence
Of the requisite atomic weight of grace,
There’s no deeper wine than how your pentagram plays,
Ancient and newborn?
Than the precious body and blood of the bread of life,
Or on the flesh of such fine young cannibals
In the deeply green wires of an ancient apple red thrush,
Or in the fruit of the fruit of a non-burning bush?
I now own the land they decreed “Sacred Ground”
Barefoot and dropped with the drip of the bright,
Buzzing amber honeybee’s flood,
Can you boast that you’ve solved what is love’s final dream Fate?
On the weight of his somber red crosses of unforeseen weight,
As flows the miracle
From the fractured blinding rift in the thunderstruck
Lightening bolted banyan tree gift,
As are the golden leaves frantic with the summer
Of healing joy’s permanent whoosh,
Fleeing with the swirling hurricane wander-lust streams of praise,
As was written in the honied seven hour kiss of new height,
Burning through diamonds, and a couple of palatine trysts,
Raging with the felonies of holy spirit baptismal
Marked by dark wishes,
Animated with the random air
Of timeless time’s golden slow motion rolling spurious
Dust fibers floating sun streamed through infinite
Bouquets of fragrant pure radiant compassion
In the subtle blue grapes
Of an amethyst treasure,

O Nanak,
How insignificant
Is this man?

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