The Person who provokes thought
should brace for an onslaught/
I know thats what I said
Ten thousand hours I practice patients/
Now I'm weightless/
Was a slippery ***** thus I stuck to the basics/
This Express I deliver the Galaxy Ispaceship/
My literature literally comes from the lesson of Thoth/
Scholarship cold calls
At least thats what I thought/
At most I didn't think/
Wim Hof
An idiot servant at being an idiot of course/
The source combined it/
The science in God
Gods in the Science/
Engineered every mind at its finest/
Resolve Nothing to prove/
I was intelligently ignorant
I didn't know what I couldn't do/
Such bliss
Some one stop please stop me/
Im off in a corner trying to understand fibonacci/
Lock key and throw it/
I'm not leaving this ** room until I know it/
Pardon My French
If you notice/
A consumate contemplater yes I lament/
OK i'm bracing.

Aspire to respire
Find a frame from deep beneath
Calm the calling to concede
Push beyond lessons learnt
Grown in ways
which blood can't reach
Silent whispers in rhythmic beat

Tunguska smacks cold shoulders in the shower
a turbine bunged with ducks
clogged, docked

a shaved chicken smashing through ice and his
armbands
at home, in the cabin

labour without fruit is no labour at all and at the end
an invader
a hot sock by the fire dressed up as The Gestapo
teasing along the trapeze with wild eyes on your
flies

a web within a web
or Home, as you once called it.
Dancing.

at the heart of your engine management system Krakatoa is exploding
but you don't have to understand it
to survive it

rise and fall
rise and fall
control.

Wim Hof climed Mount Everest in shorts.

the web glistens with the light of the dawn
exist for the labour for the rights of the fruits we shall
never.
own.

live for sea tornadoes
for water buffalo
for great white thunderstorms

be open, always
and know that no shaved chicken will ever be alone.