Does the moon fall or does the tide?
How does one decipher the paradox of existence
when we feel we float in the present or the future(?)
and we are still rooted in the past? Do I already have a trumpet
of triumph or a clarion call of war, despite my humility?!
Is there an exotica in being implicit and secretive and cryptic?
Or have I lost all the esotericism in being blatantly vocal and lucid
in my earlier shenanigans? You know occult is not dark
but a phosphorescence of truth, like discovering a gold vein in a murky swamp of untruths!
I didn’t mildew with a long long age; but wizened like a father figure
It is you all who are orphaned as you all don’t recognise that in me!
I saw it in myself, as I look back now, at birth!
I just have always been impoverished, but with confidence in my intrepid wealth!
And have been proud for it too(!), though extremely beleaguered, thank you!
I can tell you it was not God’s infralapsarianism, but that of Nibiru
Eden was too recent, not as old as the existence of God!
And I think of the question: Did the moon fall or did the tide?
And I want to call back Enoch and ask him the same!
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