The well of knowledge builds itself effectively at my mercy
Each particle weaving itself into the tapestry
Of my personal epistemology
I am wallowing in the nature of Mother Nature herself
I dance in the broken sentences of those who are trying so hard
To speak complete thoughts
My cage is wrought with iron but the door is open
The mystery continues to unfold holding golden promises
in a monochrome world
I roll through my life on a spiritual skateboard
That transports me to my next location
Sensation dances up my ethereal spine
Kundalini rise
Eyes on the prize which is forever enough
Low level tones reverberate
My sacral chakra begins to implode
Diving deeper on this inward facing history
Prismatically I see the world in brilliant rainbow hues
Tunes of melodic mystery charm those listening into patterns of dance
That will carry them far
Stars align as patterns collide
I see pupil's eyes and am reminded we are all alive
And we will all die but we are not all living
Swimming upstream through the primordial ooze I choose to be
The keeper of the flame (Nina Simone)
Sane thoughts are captured in the nets and I could only regret what I never got up
To try
Sigh
A new chapter begins
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