Never Submit to Beta Plus Decay Until Death Do Us Part
With ever-growing potential for self-destruction,
I climbed the highest mountain
in order to elevate myself
to the mightiest of heights.
For then, my final leap will be full of awe
and my descent; raging.
The further I expand,
the more immediate and dense
will be my collapse.
The higher my ascent,
the hotter and more furious
will be my fall.
For, to leap from the heavens, man must first earn his wings.
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But then, I ask:
Should salvation be easy?
Can you wash yourself
7 times
in the river of Jordan?
Will it cleanse you
of your mortal leprosy?
Free you from being a spirit
losing its body
over and over into eternity?
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If not then,
I'll hangout in hotel stairwells . .
I'll come stand by you at the elevator . .
For infinity,
Then only say "sup" once we enter
fully
in to the cab.
This will
trigger memories
for release
so that they float up to the top.
Like cosmic-graffiti filled
deep sea mines
Attached to electrical wires
That reach up . . . up . . .up
to the surface level
And connect with a complex system
Of bio-organic flesh
With dozens of information
Receptacles
That condense into
Several avenues of sensation.
<===Binoculars
><==olfactory vacuums
o ><>===Macroscopic microphones
~~~~~X~~~~~0<><><>===Thermosensitive appendages with manognostic micropixels of sensations
All connected to this electrical grid
That submerges deeply
And secretly
To endlessly wet deserts
Full of cognitively gnostic minefields
That awaken some sleeping mind.
(0)^(O)
Just awakened.
Shaken . . .
into a vibrating mind
That dissociates from itself
with every
coup-contre coup
into an infinitely overlapping
regression
of one person
successively
so that it forms
a holographic
representation
of your soul
sliced into
by
the computed tomography
and
palpated topography
of a much more subtle
being.
Dripping. . .
Looking like
an endlessly dimorphic
tessaract
with kaleido-type disproportions
of space melting into time
while time endlessly sublimates
into the aether.
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But then a man with the synesthetic sensations says to himself:
"Quit trying to occupy your thoughts."
Return Space
Space return
He micromanaged his mind
To claim complete control.
For now he will tame the tired beast,
until the fatigue ebbs back into his body.
