No thing
bes out of order

but that to order it

blame no food
on a menu

any word on the water

Human
has been living not as their self

actors wearing personas created thru time and condition
representing worlds created thru influence not choice
a true human being follows and smells no scent but their own

The moment
source got a personality

humans started speaking another language

As others
not currently present
pop
up to the head space

notice
they be not here

and clik x


so much energy bes spent
at imaginary conversations
toward aspects of self disguised as another

Raise word
Raise vibration

Raise voice
Raise temperature

Life
spins no answer
to a question

until its
given an answer

it bes
an endless
line to questioning
before a suspect be caught

People
will do exactly
as you wish they wouldnt do

when your wishing
they would do something else

cant stop something spinning
by spinning it more
spin else where

no
you doesn't

you
loses its content

Heat bleeds oer this skin of grace
Touches flesh to a feathered vine
Drinks a kiss into the melt of my heart
Pressing its scent to the seal of white fire

Set bare to the bone breast of sentience
My exalted naked and *****
Spins on its steel spine
The soul gasping its pang
Hung in the paralysed emptiness of space

Curing her thirst into my flesh
She charges my surrender
Whipping her currency thru my breached body
Waves of 3 to the skull
3 to chest
3 to belly and root
Side to side up to down
Nite into day
Chasing white fire to the 4 winds

Ancient tongues squirm and squeal
Letching rancid on swallow spittle and ****
Fetching to the wake of a voiceless thunder
Heaving forth on the masters spill
Commanding its spawn to its lotus feet
Daring the speak into silent recoil
Purging tempt and trickery into deaf repose

Swift as swallow
White as feather
Sweetened to her suckled heather
Death be sown to 7 seeds
barron be the black of eve