Lap of Māyā

that freckled bosom three three three
a thousand thousand times i told you three
fished with spool of creative juices
buzzed by electronic decadence
division
is one is one is evergreen optimism
at the step to cyclical font
the monkeys will be lost to time
as their energies disperse
and Karma weighs on complicated minds
with the visions of insight
into barriers and composition
and the terror of why
the blossoms in charity and child smiles
and rotational ego mechanics
the salvation of perfect illusion
silence
under
the movement returns