when my skin crawls volcanic ash under foot

i lift my arms begging gravity to reverse

i lift my arms swimming UP

but it's only cloud, 

it's not dense enough for me.

and my skin erupting, what from its depths 

surfacing using gravity to my jealousy.

Catch the wave, THEN THIS BALL OF FIRE.

They could be brave, those others, they could be

but they could be useless. 

They could be useless until we meet in the eye.

TO BE FOOLISH: TO HAVE FAITH.

YOU MUST USE THE TOXIC GIFT AS PLEASURE

EVERYTIME 

YOU LIGHT A FIRE IT WILL BE COUNTED.

STILL PREOCCUPIED WITH MIND. YOU AND ALL

LIKE YOU. 

I KNOW

I KNOW IT'S HARD TO LET GO. 

These seasonal disputes. This is
my fucked intention. 

I hope it's genuine, but I ask. 

This is my homage to the unliving, the broke, the
getting stoned, the spending youth, 
the kill at the drinkside table--

I've seen you vomit. I've seen your math. 

I've seen your face brilliant
in the image of light and influence euphoric 
Having cum and now tossing in the clouds of RADIOACTIVITY

This is my EGO purifying in flame; I have
taken the skeleton-of-fire
and stepped into it.



 This is the hermit.

Brief note on the third dimentia

We live in the third, play in the second, and have no idea (as in many, with no collapse) on how the fourth influences us.

Zero's and one's are our upward causation to our digital uber-reality. We program it. We understand it; it's simple.

Observe the details (that is, what 2 is capable of). 

Reading through my notes going through the basic notions... DNA built from Nucleotides with Nitrogen bases, T/A/C/G... Thymine and Adenine are always paired, Cytosine and Guanine are always paired...

But the way these pairs match together create the millions upon billions of somatic functions, genetic codes, and innate instinct to reproduce... okay, practically common knowledge.

It just strikes me that there are 4. 

We use 2.

We're made of 4.

We are 3.

I want to play.

How to stay healthy but intoxicated

for the essence of the world

to birth.

I want both worlds I want to shine

in my dark space I want my intentions 

gone wild. 

I have called out

I have cried out

I have gotten nothing

except what I've needed

The world is a perfect mother.