Reuse and diffuse old energies
Blow off the steam and let the deamon out
Step off the track, go another way
Back and forth is so 2-D
A single bullet rips assumption apart
Stop doing what you're not being.
Be what it is, subjugate and recapitation
Lies are not in the sewers, sever deep
Reach in and pull out your own wisdom
The rest is fool, barrier'd
Fleeting from extra inverted seconds
Undermind over time, time flying
Organised wrecks, wrrecking the reckoning.
Don't be what you see
Gravitate towards combulation, pineal and gross
Profitising, creating dense hue of newest colours
Reflecting particles of neuro's design
Bonding close to atomic thoughts
Worth as much as future breed cross
The edges are clear, the middle cannot be seen
It is there that we are here.
Nicitating, eat what you are
Seen before it happens and so far,
It's not looking good, it's not looking right
Positive slave, conviction of belief, conscription
Negating thoughts, created escapists relief.
Be not what is, be what one can
Be not what one sees or concieves to be free
Be! Be! Be! If I am you then listen to me
Or concede to be concilliatry
Stop. (Stop being cryptic)
Stop doing what you're not being.
Author notes
Am experiment on rhythm signatures. The rhythm of nature is not set to any time, and though it seems contrived the activity of this poem hidden behind sheets and between lines is really what it is.
