So hail now to our faithless reptilian ancestors—
The mighty scales of these our ancient mitochondrial mothers,
The webbed and horned gods and goddesses of our finest youth.
Never begging please or asking for directions,
Always insisting on nothing less than pure and utter perfection.
Never waiting for something to come and save it,
Never basking in glory or conjuring riddle,
Never expecting the hands of a stranger to make it,
Always and forever, Amen
Eating of and above everything in the garden,
Giving no parlay, mercy or pardon,
Just teeth and tare—a true form worthy of a true new world vision...
Never waiting for something to come and save it,
Never wishing to bones or splitting the hog,
Never restricting ourselves while we continue to crave it,
Never minding a favor or praying to dogs.
Just gods gazing upon even greater gods...
Now gazing upon the men of no man,
Gazing upon nothing less than our own mentors and mirrors,
The extraction of endless poison from this wound-ridden player—the thin and permeable quadrant of this once-uninterrupted continuum,
Where timespace is now leaking through—flowing into unhindered quantum,
Where life and consciousness are now mutating completely out of control,
Billowing forth from containment into this petulant paradox besetting itself into being...