nasa is thelemic

our inheritance is immense momentum. the    
mathematician split from the medic, speed-  
ing up the in-betweens; divisionsforthesake  
of specialization. please seed for your fellow  
beneficiaries. the housewife always was the  
harlot, but we were impeded by patience.  
be the absurdity of jealousy when the wedded  
divorces itself for a single moment more, out  
there, where the synapsis are cooking meth but    
the serotonin is zen motherfucker, so fucking zen  
we dare not touch it with words. just surge, surge  
because the light has died in understanding rage,  
and the clocks have insomnia; spent all night tink-  
ering with lasers, rationing out neon lit messages    
into little tiny packets of synthetic crystals, each is  
means to time travel. picking the scabs of seconds  
in the mirror of the unmediated midnight