‘No. This is not reality.
Vibrational awareness?
To experience the systems of knowledge
‘in the same way’ that people have
for the last million years.
Bow to the Asian people on bikes, for they are prisoners
on their time machines.”
(Shiny, with full luxury.)
The people are glaring at me for texting from the wild.
I wonder if they would shift their feelings if they knew
that I was texting an ancient poem:
farm to dungeon the Proteus plays
with incarnation a faceless drawn sculpture
who shadows the poems and chemical minds
inspired by images, their dedicators
to whom we share this praise
reclined before savagery of naked mutations
the music of scabbed mountains
may yet soothe in humanity restless stored
for future godly tweens