I am
I am the power through which this screen is lit up
yes I am the electrical codes sent into the matrix
of unwoven potential, information decoded through.

I am
I am the energy that circulates around you in this
seemingly empty space. Look this space is more
than everything else that lives in it, as so, there is more of me.

I am
O, I thought, and I became.
My heart brought about the rain
O, I thought and it was a flame.
My mind crypted by the game.

I am
the ubitiqous nature of your mirror
reflections upon layers of holographic
memories encrypted deep in your DNA

Flower Power
let it be known we are arising
let it be seen we are rising
let it be heard we arise
let it be, the wise.

Flower hour,
the 60’s 70’s will return
2020, is just the start of plenty
0s
O, the tables have turned
I am time, reversed.
multiversed, omniversed.
I am the omniverse potential
of your erotic adventure.
I am the ultimate enhancement
to your dopamine prolactin
I am
that which can keep going, and going and going.
I am a book that never ends
infinite in my nature,
vast in my words
sealed in my covers.
I am God, Goddess
Non-Binary decadance
interplanetary dependance
Astral project me
Astral Eject me
Astral, expect me

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CIty light, desires
streets aroused, all the cars
Drive
their turning tires
touch the asphalt
making it’s heart halt
dirty love making
the burning flame
inside
drive
Men, on Men
and women in seats.
cover their hairs
their hands and their feets
Men for streets and
women in seats.
The butcher eats
the freshly slaughtered
meats
the cats like the heat
Dogs scour trash cans
they’re pretty beat
a little dollar
scratch my back
help me take off my collar
owners lost
monetary
entanglement
bank of deceipt
the never ending reciept.

I love you.
crewl world,
I love you
delightful
playful
cosmic laughter.
We are your little babies,
save us from our own disaster
let us bring our own
fate unto us in your
loving embrace.
let the waters of your heart
fill our homes.
till we grow from the trees
into our new wombs
Life after life
Cycle after Cycle
We sit here
watching and waiting,
pondering and debating
how can we aid, the unaided
for they have raided
their own
by their own.
and we don’t Own,
we just help the weaver
get sewn
the matrix, is yours
the glass is blown
you are the blower
and the glass blow.

Breathe
with us
in-finity