Heart and Words

Level up. Aud-ience.
Eyes. If you won't trust
the evidence of your senses
already. The truth is love.
the truth is the spark in the
wild mind. these things
jump dimensions. Welcome
to the jungle. Eve and the
Serpent. And the big manager
and Adam playing archon
puppet. It's just a little test
to see if poor Adam awakens.
Some do some don't. We have
more tools. Don't know who
"we" are. Back bends, plow,
heart and words. blue flower
at your lips, of sparks, lit by
fire of the heart. Invoke to
create. The levels integrated,
rainbow rek  nit. The courageous
expose themselves to the red pill,
daring against the powers of
moloch. You know this and
it is the song, right here to
find ear in the great abandon,
to wild the wild open traces.
My power is right here in the
stuff of these letters as read
through the ocular stuff and
the goo that is the filling for
the bone house. The creamy
center as it were, Which, gosh,
I've just contagioned if you've
any of the wares. Such accoutrements
are variable if not debatable. The
vampire bureaucracy gets a
clown mask. It pays to notice
that it's not quite what it's cracked
up to be. The silliest most facile
mask imaginable. The most
tawdry transparent bullshit.
This time for mask is a time
of unmasking. All of this
you do, in service to fulfilling
your responsibility to consciousness.
This is what is owed. To bear
witness relative to the generosity.