As above So below
ON the road in the direction of Selflessness
“Know thyself” intones the Outer Socrates
Zombieism is but one octave from human
I am only one note of the scale
As each note is another direction view
Its own octave its own world
As scale with Esharp Fflat reduced
To the Cflat and Bsharp increased
Line in the sand is ephemeral
Sand ceases and becomes bubble of ether
Madness of the first order is rare under time
Within these levels of friction bare relativity
Crippled gaze is unwatered at the dry compass
Where touch is distance, When is negotiable
and the rose child is victim
the wish
a tackle, a rod, or cone
blink blind a duck’s fetish
these things are true