Rolling and freezing
in a pinball state of
becoming and unbecoming
from Phoenix to benben stone
over the eye of the pyramid
from all-seeing to blindfold
The embryonic chicken before the egg
an ovum of creation that was created
unknowing of its birth
as gelatinous as a Schrodinger’s cat
unnaming itself as it slipped out of a bag
on a rock(et) plane to a destination
that is beyond everyone’s conjecture
You can see the moon bleeds the night
What would be the comeuppance of the knight?
You crusade thinking you can fight even death
And what was evil’s last bet
imagining it could make truth fret?
I have not drawn the darkness over the universe
nor have I spun its web
I didn’t shed my blood and sweat because I wanted to eat or swallow
My patient sublimity makes me God; and there is none
who acknowledges, truly, my Godhood
And the ones that do, are too afraid to tell you!
I want to find refuge in my embodiment
that is fragile to disease of imposters
My identity crisis is due to the risk of my identity being stolen
not because you all fail to recognise it!
You can see that these standing pyramids
are an idea of me, but are a mute salutation
and you may clamber into their silence in exploration
but still never know me!
Does the bennu bird fly through the twelve dimensions
in a perpetual oscillation
calling out the sacred name, in past recall,
of the mind of the original state!
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