in history, when hen and then again, east and west become alike, the h and h of what's current, and when science encompasses trigonometry of the threes, with waving doubles of the u, and the chance graphic of x, y, z expansion; sometimes it's not what's about to be lived, but rather what's to be understood.*

i'm alluding to, i'm not deluded by,
but then what's sanity
if a haystack rather than a pitchfork is,
with the concept of reincarnation appropriated
for educational purposes?
don't look at me to manage the immortals'
puppet strings; if his highness would
kindly like to stop hanging
on the four winds
and re-enter the tetragrammaton
from his holy tetracursus
ambitions - another day
brought into night with a flick of the hand -
yes, down from the cross;
expanding as he has no wonder
the Indians and the Chinese
are unconvinced crafting a likeness not akin
to lions but to ants - thus they number
happily without existential concerns -
not a single number partaking in ambivalent
sales of a hundred years like it was eternity;
it's just a t-shirt, i was just
a ****** tourist, look,
i'm wearing umbro jogging trousers,
a dressing-gown, and a t-shirt
with a Maltese cross of the Hospitallers
on it... that's all;
and if the Eiffel tower was the first
structure to topple the height of the pyramids
of Giza... i'm not surprised by the dark ages...
imagine building a skyscraper with
only two rooms in it... i've stood under
the Eiffel tower... it's scary to think
of the pyramids and the glorification of
man about to be buried
with a reverse anatomy of
being ****** out dry and not become
an ***** donor, when a simple engraving would
suffice - you know, the more human
you become (i.e. age), the more bewildered
you become by the body you're stored in
rather than the things outside of you
in what's called the universe paradoxically
to no known unity among man.