Jolted out of destruction a final construction recollected into a masterpiece of juxtaposed sound.
We get perpendicular and in the weeks following afterwards my mind makes parallelograms out of rays..
I say everything’s okay while jumping wildly to conclusions, confusing reason into restitution and feeling lost.
Then I talk to the sun Ra boss and feel a gloss come out of this dulled fabric.
Reality takes on an entwined effect as I neglect to recollect on lackluster math
adding up my gratitude’s until a final equation of happy platitudes becomes my only function.
And I’m raising only energetically,to God speak above.
Burst through my synergy I can never go off course,
Thank you for the energy fibrillating through my chest, singing yes to mother Nut and dancing within Father Geb.
I can only be with thee, and so I bow my head.