The Expansion of My Stream of Consciouness March 30, 2007 (Revised October 15,2013)
On flight from the bastion of common knowledge
Towards the astral plains of the linear esoteric:
I am en route to the ultimate destination,
The road dividing into a fork of two prongs;
And oft I am inform'd I must decide 'pon one
Or if the other might be more apropos.
'Tis time, tho', and I shall consider all
This une grande illusion,
A place characteristic of Xanadu and Shangri-la;
A fabulosa terram of unbridl'd enchantment
And supernatural in its exquisite splendors:
'Tis this realm in which I am to assimilate
With the ires et natura fati; to retire from humanity.
Towards the astral plains of the linear esoteric:
I am en route to the ultimate destination,
The road dividing into a fork of two prongs;
And oft I am inform'd I must decide 'pon one
Or if the other might be more apropos.
'Tis time, tho', and I shall consider all
This une grande illusion,
A place characteristic of Xanadu and Shangri-la;
A fabulosa terram of unbridl'd enchantment
And supernatural in its exquisite splendors:
'Tis this realm in which I am to assimilate
With the ires et natura fati; to retire from humanity.
I consider the exterior of Pandora's Box,
Deciding 'tis simply tomfoolery to determine
Either the left or right; 'tis a dichotomy, too shallow;
And t'will relegate my sojourn towards Enlightenment
Towards the banes of Impotence and Obsolescence.
'Tis justice we must all seek; and yet that justice
Is perhaps the great mystery we may ever encounter;
'Tis then the middle: an unblaz'd trail of earth
Breathing the l'air de pureté of our precious Gaea
Amid my wonders and wandering in the valley
Mystery bequeath'd to the nature of mankind.
I ask her if I shall be rendered to a state of redundancy
Amid my despair post camping in the Elysian field
Whilst pitching my tent du jour everyday.
She provides me with no answer nor solution;
Ergo, I shall not tread 'pon unmolest'd sacred grounds:
I shall leave them be, forevermore.
Deciding 'tis simply tomfoolery to determine
Either the left or right; 'tis a dichotomy, too shallow;
And t'will relegate my sojourn towards Enlightenment
Towards the banes of Impotence and Obsolescence.
'Tis justice we must all seek; and yet that justice
Is perhaps the great mystery we may ever encounter;
'Tis then the middle: an unblaz'd trail of earth
Breathing the l'air de pureté of our precious Gaea
Amid my wonders and wandering in the valley
Mystery bequeath'd to the nature of mankind.
I ask her if I shall be rendered to a state of redundancy
Amid my despair post camping in the Elysian field
Whilst pitching my tent du jour everyday.
She provides me with no answer nor solution;
Ergo, I shall not tread 'pon unmolest'd sacred grounds:
I shall leave them be, forevermore.
Et maintenant? Still, the heavens ignore me.
'Tis now when I realize I shall only procure enchantment
In probing my mind for answers within proper dialectics.
I sip my final drops of water originally from the mother ship
And commence sitting 'pon terra whilst mediating:
I shall engage in the unity of the soul of the flesh, me,
To the realm of metaphysics; for I am nothing else other.
Spiritually, I shall marry the soul of the soil;
I must roll in her clay and water to be baptiz'd
As I allow for myself to commune with The Source
Of all things which are to be, characteristic of those
Which are macrocosms, the expansion of the cosmos.
'Tis now when I realize I shall only procure enchantment
In probing my mind for answers within proper dialectics.
I sip my final drops of water originally from the mother ship
And commence sitting 'pon terra whilst mediating:
I shall engage in the unity of the soul of the flesh, me,
To the realm of metaphysics; for I am nothing else other.
Spiritually, I shall marry the soul of the soil;
I must roll in her clay and water to be baptiz'd
As I allow for myself to commune with The Source
Of all things which are to be, characteristic of those
Which are macrocosms, the expansion of the cosmos.
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