Foraging Through the atmospheric Forest green I found the fruit and vegetable Of nourishment On a cloud shaped tree There it was dangling In the star lit morning Under my conscious dream
While I floated outside of my being
Answers for the cancers That mauled and screamed Cures for the homosaphien Strength for the weak I filled my basket And both my cheeks I saw the future standing On the passing steets Directing the traffic That ran over me I began to wake up And lose what I'd seen So I grabbed my pen And recollected This memory
#9 Number nine Down the spine Of sublime algorithms And unconscious mimes Picking at the brain With a vultures dine Dinner for nines Times nine 81 times I eight one It tasted like knives Where was my dream Of honey bee hives Replaced by a scheme of numbers Beelined Foraging Through the atmospheric Forest darkening Searching for a light That could shed some sight for me I found some fireflies Floating in the iris eyes Thankfully hoping They could lead me to Jesus Christ #9 Number nine I woke up to the scene of crime I saw me in the mirror Gulity of living life Forgive me for sinning Of everyday and time I was just out foraging For something encouraging And found many things Multiplied #9 Number nine Oh! How I'm A victim Of my own demise