As I listened to the Rolling Stones
I heard tell from the Land of Bones
That underlies us all:
From out the clashing rocks between
The boulders of the brains' unseen
These words I heard arise:
"Roll away the rocks that block your ears.
Calm your fears, for truth nears.
You are mundane now no more -
Now know more." So I listened once
Again, and I heard my friend announce
That he too knew of this,
Which society remiss in the main,
Whether through ignorance of brain
Power, or vulgar physics pap,
It does not really matter, for now I
Hear mind rap, and must ask myself why
And wherefore unto, because
Their lack of answers will not serve,
Which the facts I know do not deserve.
Author notes
1: Not a straight rendition of the facts by any means, but certainly an indication autobiographical of an opening time and phase in the author's experience.
A contest entry
- Psychic by Thom Boulton.
450 points, ended April 28, 2007, 10 entries
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