I'm one of those guys,
I'm one of you all, the ones
to whom bread and circuses
sales and promotion
seem the dream job, be like…
Mike, right? Mikey likes it,
you should try a spoonful
of Life
from Quaker rooted mis
formed coops selling futures.
Make the connection, wireless.
Recall the Sleeping Prophet,
and make believe you believe,
become the seller of revelation,
Life,
hear, lend me an ear,
I'll take away the veil, you'll see.
Just listen to me, crossing the desert,
thinking just look at those stars,
this is all too beautiful to disbelieve.
Once done, once recognized as true,
down to the level of waves,
collapsing at a leaning ladder
with three steps,
proto Hebrew logographic wisdom
knowledge understandable logic
Logos sophisticated sublime
revelation of the riddling
nature of all religions,
at the core connection,
deep down where soul and spirit
play one mind against the other,
to keep the exuberance down,
near the fundamental interpretation,
in a word to the wise, wagered
as enough to go all in on, one word,
thinkable top to bottom by any
with a link to thinking with science,
using, by right of knowing, new tools
for text used in laws and orderly
procedurals letting go courtly
rules regarding deference
to betters betting we lost,
while we have time in a klein bottle.
Past a certain point, life's news,
is reruns, and it never gets old,
the big reveal,
at the end.
My side won.
The effect of a flea circus, was thrilling, as a child.