The steps of the pyramid continue to rise
The track is gaining and gaining just for my demise
When I first started, I did not know its great size
On top, I'm not sure if there even is a prize

Yet I will continue marching up these steps

There's a long way up but a long way back
And the big boulders continue to stack
My whole world I have with me in my pack
And so strength is something I do not lack

And I will continue up these steps

I have lost my touch of the ground
Yet I know my feet should pound
I know I cannot turn around
Or I will let everyone down

So I will march up these steps

I've slowed, but I'm still fast
Cause I know I will last
Yet the steps are still cast
And half my life has passed

But I will march up

Cause I've got this
Life I can't miss
I can't dismiss
Zenith and bliss

For I will

Mean music, blues, is what they called

the noises,
morphing to music, in mir
act all-outs miraclue-lesss time of magi Ai ai ai
ical memes, mere memories of
mmm
the sound,
the music is in the pattern,

commas make no noise, breathe,
see, slow and steady, wins the race, been
there
done that, is a game sons of god once played,
or
perhaps, they were grandsons, in the summer of 1969.

Been there done that went way back,
that night by Lake Mohave,
when I built the carbon
oxidizing pyramid,
that burned the lesson this deep,

so now, some fifty years after
everwhen that was, when I was there
and you were not. That
is all you know,
you were not there. But here you are.

Echoes. . . . .
Astral messages on the walls..
Celestial voices..
Seraphic poetry viewed through the third eye..

Inside. . . . .
Is inside..
The builder beholds his creation..
A creation from being inside...

The. . . .
The beginning was shown to us..
From high above..
3 winged angels sing in chorus..

Vessel. .  . .
The vessels were made in the sand..
Only shells of them..
To match the lights in the sky..

Above.....
Above and beyond thoughts..
Dreamscapes and new horizons..
Unfamiliar constellations..

A sprinkle of blue sparkle
off the lapis lazuli sky.
A throw of stars
from the full moon night.
We will take in abundance
while rowing the waves
once in the River Nile.

Hear! The crave of oars
breaching the shore.
Reaching out and close
to the pyramid foundation.
That’s scientia is pure rigid
yet so open loose.
One dozen milky ways
can hover in rhythm
over this stony knot!

That doesn’t mean
the Mintaka stars will give
up their shares at all
They will sit on the top.
Without the pyramid moving
a step from the true north.

Between this relative sublunary
and over the moon mural
if and when one spaces up.
The silent Moon takes a pause
humming the prehistoric lullabies.
With a patch of the blue sky
and a starry sprinkle from the night.  
Maybe then we will take a break in
behind the closed doors of the great pyramid!

Thinking that ancient Egyptian
made the great pyramid
is numerically imperfect.

The truth that was
but couldn't be afar
behind the closed door
locked away forever.

Opens through in full circle,
the infinite touches on the finite:
Finity gains the ground to infinity.

Paradise kissed the earth,
pyramidon drops bouncing down
around the pyramid in reverse.
It’s on a golden spiral run
round the mundane and divine.

Only to find the intersection is locked,
not above, nor below, but in the numbers
heading to the exponential circular zero.

That too towards the origin sways,
because it’s in the human, lies the pi.