ᚺᚨᚷᚨᛚᚨᛉ᛫ᚦᚢᚱᛁᛊᚨᛉ

We fall, like lights, which damper
from the heights of the atmosphere.
Machine men, cattle-men, that
by herding credos are made fat
to false blissful existence.
 
Power! Power! what value hast thee?
that babes crawl to overcome the earth,
who’s magnetosphere in turn decrease
the fused emission of our warring
stormy giant, whom all in search do pray.
 
Power! Amassing to what could be called
the great triskelion. Not that numbers,
nor the shape could make rise or fall
of an image unimaginable.
There is no power higher than another.
 
Power! you are powerful, Godly,
yes. I am a God, that the great universe
could not know itself if it weren’t for me.
And each thing as vermin, as mice to men,
contains the true form of love within.
 
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      “We are each a savior, each a god.
  It is the fear of what this means which binds us
              to the realm of humankind.”
 
 
2012-10-05