relax
I have never been this me before
God knows it is difficult
to exist anew
walk the nonsense of reality processed through the living brain
through the flesh of
someone biological and sensual I suddenly became
constantly identify own face against the old soul
verify
who I was born for this short frame of time
with its  narrative of events
its schism with truth
still called history I am a part of now
down
under the dome

Again not a test but a mission
in remaining me eternal
regardless of what the Intern Overlord
is trying to force me to accept this me
me I awoke to
from an out of body life

I feel I have been pretty consistent over the ages
not tempted to harm or to be harmed
aware of the surroundings being farthest from divine
and always
always kept meaningful associations between my spiritual essence
and its short-lived expressions in the world of lower instincts
I hope
consistency makes eternity end with some bliss
of hard-earned enlightenment
because where is the end not to this me
but me eternal?
me the soul?
it is not that I am tired or lost
I am bored with those
annoying episodes of being out of harmony with my psychopath God
whom I have no choice
but to trust

Bush had 9/11 in the City of New York
Trump has 11/6 in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania
the gematria of month to its day
the deceased to the wounded
ratios of fabricated Hell
it is 11 dead
when the Gulf explodes

symbols are signals into the void
thus the void can be traveled one way

came to this world clean
but now
this world is coming inside of me
sick and diseased
I am 9 in supposedly mine coinciding life
as I read in disbelief algorithms of sacrifice
convulsions speak pain on the face of broken humanity
since we live here
one might think we know all there is to know
we don’t
quite belong
never did

my life is a holographic record of deeds
some
of breaking away from a continuum of time and space
towards genuine freedom
spiritual retreat beyond the Cube
having to do with nothing but consciousness
I am a vortex of 

impatient thoughts

channeling the Word through perils of primal fear and decay
significance of which
I do not always comprehend till the next incarnation
even more evident and elevating
a more unique presence I don’t identify
as belonging to any group of humans but myself
the individual
in an act of violation of death
intently watching it
for the thousandth time
unfold its impalpable wings

Dance of Possibilities
I have learned so well
to the music of Matrix
to all the fears of apes
where you stick your head out 
just to get crippled and cut
corpses dancing all over
places and times