Dividual
“You think, therefore You are. We communicate, therefore We are... intra-action.”
Consciousness...moves in multitudes of observers dividual holds
sum sum summing summation towards the wondrous of flows
emergent be the bees lag at the summing brass at noon of the harvest moon
strug strug struggle struggling strongly motivated striving in such a swoon
gold autumnal formless fog of potentiality fire transmutes sacred hearts
integral we six thousand feet above men and time at peak thrive on art
we communicate therefore we are we are the atmosphere in this stillness
there is nothing you can do to be nothing nothing of nothingness
humanity antsy ants colonies tied up in busy work work working
NOW... at the final death when you are remembered for the last time,
do you want it to be about your answers to trending moments
a 30-day existential crisis challenge? I'm too busy dying in the moment,
a bug in amber feeling existential NOW...standing in the evidence room
you never see a wild three and can’t buy a bag of sevens all squiggly lines
we give value to abstract and void of connection humanity all tied up
doing the busy work of elites burning theirs in the pursuit of the wealth illusion
meanings change stumbling upon a pride of fives hunting twos clock
change now binary code we casually switch interpretation like it is nothing
it brings no lasting fusion of the psyche to the soul it is a bias contusion
of symbols that don’t matter as much as how we interpret them
Numbers permeate the world who let lose this demiurge
on the dark night of the soil the black ink drips on the gnarled laws
that grew like weeds around the tree of knowledge stump over
concrete comes back to choke life and myelin remove the sheath
from the eye of hackers, hipsters, and hippies about to take over
this world gathering strands of code rattling towers and elephant
pillars opening coursework crumbling brickwork controlling
all the cultural capital and standing in the revolving door blue
the ones who control the data control the future on silicon streets
the frontier between the creative class and the three H of aitch gods
half man half book Dinanukht reads to himself data come together
with the two female gnostic revealers a mind-boggling exercise
in universal cosmogenesis unclothing the fabric of dualism
the recurring I am I am who am the right thunder the perfect mind
Puzzle brought from the desert festival jostling doors tearing through
pieces long overdue out past uncertainty and bullshit proof oscillation
marked in vermillion on sight four inches at one hundred yards
an object of ignorance or subject of freedom in our shared illusion
we block spam eventually agents of change outcompete capitalism
so rise with the digital globalized transnational trans transpersonal
jigsaw the morally bankrupt plastic patriots who sold the Republic
and will remain ever complacent in the march for economic sustainment
some toxic Adam masculinity the militarism for the elite corporate kyriarchy…
come what may the future is the silk on one belt one road disruption so puzzle out
new laws fence the beast of autumn striped maples bleak and remembered
patched with red roses be citizens of the world or be thrown back to earth... mythmakers.
