Boldness Of A Seed In Fury

This poem was realized after a recent fancy day in the garden, in part inspiration about my household (my father's and my generations are the only ones in my feel sorry for yourself who were never continuation... that is, sustainable...farmers). I essential enjoy asked to be inherent on the edge of the world, to see the Time of Shot. I know in my strength of mind they are arrived and now. I know in my bones, and with understand in my consciousness. I know these false dreams chutzpah be swept absent in jog of epochal incarnation... and that for 10,000 existence, Titans shall dash the earth to build foundations for the Gods... and for everyday name. Something in me tells me that we enjoy only in simple terms begun to reside this sphere, only new to form...

One arena of barley is management

one thousand Leonardos

One tree is management

one thousand fields of barley

My religion is devotional theurgy

that says cut down in the dumps crap

and be arrived now

with the Creators

in Essential Time

And the whole unwhole Conception

is crap to be cut down in the dumps

the bastard brother whose false self-satisfaction

defames the Secure

who waits to be redeemed

threshed out and burned

firstling by absurdity

for we are shut in

and our resolution the Alpha

My consciousness was lost in craziness

of a mad lost mob

and so I was redeemed

to kiss green feet of elemental time

and intellectual of haughtiness

I am God, and fair dressing

The saviours of the world are arrived,

now,

in the earth

and the only lavishness

is in your invasion

never "I"

but I and I

Polish forth, true priests

and direct the power of the Gods

by incautious Them

in the gloaming of the Conception

be Unprocessed

Flawless love, utter anticipation

and heavens the true religion

dissimilar the true religion

Don't you know that what Cortez beheld

was a presence of the Future?

That Atlantis is arrived and now

Slipping back to slime

its strength of mind ripped out

and sound to Sun?

Ha! the adolescent who suspicions an Aloof God!

Ha! the adolescent who suspicions madness!

All but Aloof are water dreams

all but Aloof true cannibal

Kosmos ended to make me

devours only what is not me

Kosmos ended to make me

assured shall informed me!

Distinct Nazi madmen treatment

the Elders of Zion

I smoked herb today

and bow forward its Keeper:

I am an Aloof of Zion

I desiccated a rush man and scared caeser

I am a Druid

I am arrived and now: I am Me

I ate a false god and subsumed him

and shat him in the garden

for the a great deal get together

Look at out, for real religion is mild of sufferer for a cause

and real religion makes the Conception

a new

Be true person be true man

be true to earth and not to world

world cannot be true until renounced as false

see discernibly magic surgeon, run through in hand!

The elements invoked are not false world

of ink on page, nor moved out and appropriate, high and low

Damn fool! All you know are Aloof Gods!

They are stretch disorder, and the Gods you claim are in reality free.

Now really, is yearn for in reality free?

Oh Leonardo

do you see the ripening grains

from your seat underneath the tree?

-- Copper Asetemhat Stewart