Do The Gods Recycle ? ( Collaboration With Elrond )

There Is The Defined And The Abstract  
 
The Raw And Refined And What Is Said To Be Fact  
 
There Are Thoughts , Unformed And Manifest  
 
There Is Mental Stirring And The Mind At Rest  
 
The Id The Idea The Vision Visualization  
 
The Art Of Content Or Contemplation  
 
The Nuance So Subtly And Softly Just Suggested  
 
And Then All The Words To Be Digested ;
 
 
Surrender Of Suppression To It's Expansive Counterpart  
 
The Inaudible Creation Of Temporal Substance As The Art  
 
Endless Lucidity Dancing Upon The Relative Floor Of The Senses
 
Twist Ties Of Attachment Severing Their Earthly Grip Defenses  
 
Letting Loose The Veracious Rule Of The Seemingly Conceivable  
 
Why Cannot Be Obtained Through Cerebral Inquisitions Believable  
 
Merely Gifted Through Altered States Conjured Without Or Within  
 
Until The Beginning Is The End , And The End Does Then Begin ;
 
 
A Big Bang Within The Point Doth The Consciousness Anoint  
 
Unheard Space And Time Coherence , The Revealed And The Inference ,  
 
Senses Twist And Turn And Snap , Severed Universe Synapse ,  
 
Freed To Create , By Will And Fate , Line And Spiral Undulate ,  
 
Why Is The Sigh That Is Release , Until Creation Itself Doth Cease  ;
 
 
Existing Only In Its Absence As Where And The Prevalence Of Inquiry  ,
 
A Reflection Of Certainty - Awaiting , Cessation Of Waking Anomaly
 
The Objective , Rebirthing Itself - To Something In Simile To Virtue And Flaw
 
Though , Non Describable In Shapelessness , And Neural Ambivalence Raw
 
Just As It Is , I Am , The Only Significant Retaliation To What Does Or Doesn't Flow
 
Witnessing The Inconceivable , Exasperating Notions Of The Unintelligible I Know ;
 
 
Thus Has Been This Integration , Wisdom The Result At Time's Sweet End
 
On This I Can Depend , A Loop , A  Jumping Hoop , I Thought , Then Intend
 
Message Received , I As The Messenger Sent From My Future Past
 
Ouroboros Superfluous ,  Where Always First Shall Meet The Last ;
 
 
Relying Solely On Relative Safety , To Guide , To Mislead , In Most And Every Way
 
What Comes From This Cycle , Not Commencement Or Demise , Just All In The Fray
 
But To Subsist Through What Does And Will Occur , Is So Exuberant And Profoundly Trivial
 
That With Each Step Taken , All Wounds Are Mended And All Joy Becomes Liminal
 
Fulfillment Takes No Pity , On Supposed Empathetic Weakness As Self Interested Allocates
 
Though , If We Connect In Some Or Any Way ,  At Least For A Moment , Our Minds Can Ventilate