Measured
Facts
Using
Absolute
Knowledge
For
Defining
An
Inevitabl­e
Reality

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It comes and goes,
the time we spent wearing hardly any clothes.
Smelling of cigarettes and peach perfume.
Long hair in tangles from night swims,
and tired tongues from talking for hours under blistering sun.

Midnight moons, waves hitting dunes,
and spending everyday with you.
It comes and goes, and these feelings will fade,
like the taste of peach marmalade on our tongues.

Ponds of piety become lakes of loathing,
and lost rivers filled with restless, rebellious souls.
Flowing rampant rapids,
becoming radioactive words,
that will crush the unsuspecting fisherman with their nasty recoil.


The soul changes like water,
and a broken one will change that around it
like a dam breaking from overflow.
Swim not in these waters, for you will drown in their
unstable, untamable waves.

He is god when he takes his land,
and when he plants his seed.

She is god when she speaks her truth,
writes her words, and bears her fruits.

Deity's are dead,
birthed from our heads,
we are manifestations of god,
and for that I say amen.

We are not mere fragments of the earth,
crystalline shards of cosmic greatness.
We are the embodiment, in its completeness,
of the universe.
Simply manifestations of eclectic energy's.