Do The Gods Recycle ? (A Collaboration With Blackwolf)

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