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Up out of the boundless
The soundless
Unfounded
And undifferentiated spacez
This is from whence We attain the inspiration
The undaunted determination
But, you might call it a thing of self-motivation
When, in Truth, it is the primal process of all creation
This is what the God of the godz have long since decreed
And, of course, you can agree or disagree
Cauze it really don't matter
Especially not the psycho-babble
Coming up out of them manufactured zonez of stupidosity
Infinitely older than any of this worldz religiosity
And, the enemy oft wonder why it ain't no stopping a G.I.E.
( God-Infinite-Eternal )
Repeatedly
We have passed over and through the scourge and the heat
Of this worldz ephemeral and temporal infernalz
Versez flow free just like the air We breath
My wivez are three
Yea! - rhythm, music, and poetry
Life in every dimension thrivez off of synchronicity
Harmony
Symmetry
Creativity
Authenticity of heart-felt artistry
And, We hear the symphony of the spherez
Vivid and clear
Through the vehicle and gift of the ink-horn
This world will never find me desolate or love-lorn
We die only to be reborn
But, you lie only because you are sworn
To the wrong godz
Questionz pozed!
Is it better to actually be?
Or do you much prefer to merely appear to be?
My Thought Process
