Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Daniel Stephensen

No

I wrote for God. No. I listened for God. No.
I spoke to God. No. God told me to write, speak,
Listen – No. God placed in me the holy word,
God took off one face of God, I gave myself
To the unknown – this is what I wanted,
A clarion – No. I did not instruct God:
Speak, write, listen! I wanted to give myself,
I said the holy word, the eternal word,
No! – I kissed the darkling star into its mouth.

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