I got shot; vajra arrow from the other side. Wall fell down; corpus callosum lightning spine. Let me introduce you to your wife. She's a black magick woman in a tall, tall chair. She's an Egyptian priestess, with a feather round her thigh, and I saw (unintelligable). I got friends! I got friends on the internet! Step right up. You want to see my black magick school bus? I'll be your teacher; riding broncos and shooting bows. Twenty-first century yurt, I got a crescent moon on my backdoor. Nitron bed on back of my bon pas horse. How you like my bon pas horse, now? She's green and black and made of steel like a Japanese daughter I never had. Rode her down and called her Suzu, bell of enlightenment. Riding hard through oceans of desert sand. And sometimes in Tibet, they call me ol' Ten-Pa. And sometimes, I'm the red tiger devil fighting a South American dragon lord. Oh, that plumed serpent ain't so bad, I guess. Don't nagas make it rain in Texas? Oh, I sure feel blessed. Don't nagas make it rain in Texas? Sounds like thunder to me. Almost drowned in that creek. Hit it so fast, came out on the other side before I knew what happened. Sometimes, I'm a red tiger devil.

Don't call my name. Don't call my name. Don't call my name tonight. I am just a lonely Valentine dakini, nestled in twilight. And when the winter wind blew soft, I saw the stars upon her tongue. Oh, my red-headed Artemis, which way does Orion run? I could hunt for you with every note. Your red hair shines like Bowie knives. If I could kiss you with this line I wrote, I'd never need another line. I could hunt for you a thousand years, but I'd never catch the lion. While ol' Korean Mary disappears, I am still King Orion. I got my boots on. I'm riding past. Got this knife inside my chest. You cut me open, and then my heart stopped. Oh shit.

Enter the void. It is there that you'll find the end of reason. Enter the void. For what exists, but endless seasons? Enter the void. And when I woke up, I had thirty-two animals swingin' like diamonds round my neck. Swingin' sideways through twelve zodiac houses on an endless spirit quest. Enter the void. And it all becomes clear again. Enter the void. And it all breaks back up. And it all becomes clear again. And it all breaks back up. I got a million gods pourin' drinks in my offering cup. Dreams fallin' like meteors. And it all breaks back up. You see me sittin' here on a lotus in yab-yum? What you pourin' in my cup? And if my body's like a vessel, you tell me what's up. Who's pourin' what into this cup? You know, I miss the days when we watched cartoons together and got lost in the bathroom. And I'd come in and see you lookin' at yourself in the mirror, growin' antlers like a deer. And what happened to those pennies somebody dropped in the toilet? How exactly did they disappear? Oh, my offering cup! Wait a minute, I think we're getting a distress beacon. (detecting asymmetrical interface harmonic) Sounds like a spell-jammer. He's tryin' to jam our spell. (you are in violation of space ordinance one hundred nineteen, four-twenty of sol system penal code) Can I help you Captain? (you are under arrest, your ship will be siezed and your marijuana will be confiscated) (you have the right to remain trippin' balls) You know, a wise man once told me every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden audotorium of his skull. Of course, there's nothing in the dark that isn't there when the lights are on. Wait, who's takin' whose ship? Phasers hard to port, captain. Alright boys, load up: that white widow, that train-wreck, that sour diesel. We've got like fourteen different warrants out for us in three different subsections of space, so we've got to get back to the trailer park on mars and sell this real quick. (Si. Has oido el jefe. Agarren la mota. Vamos.) You've got to remember rule of acquisition number thirty-four, war is good for business. And then there's rule of acquisition number thirty-five, peace is good for business. You can find a box of oranges by the door. They're the fruit of kings. Keep you hydrated. This song is like gold-pressed latinum for your ears.

The sphinx winks, whispers in the blowing breeze, of trees. Saplings growing, grappling for girth in the Earth. Of rings, each tree sings. Past selves, hells, thin rings from winters, harsh, stark, summers too dry to grow good bark, but also bliss, rainful Aprils thick with this, of lovers carving names and hearts, tattoos, scars, body parts, painful, but sweet like rain. His mane sways like a dancer to the fiddle, before I answer the riddle. We are the same. Humans and trees. We hide inside us, the selves we once were, which stack in layers like nesting dolls, each outside the former as we grow outward. We bear marks, both good and bad, deep inside where no one sees.

Art is the root word of articulation, the hinging of bones, an arm at the elbow, pinion swing of opposing opinion, cold, metallic twisting of a socket wrench, tongues sounding consonants against the roof of the mouth, or Merriam-Webster's definition 1a; the action or manner of jointing or interrelating, 1b; the state of being jointed or interrelated, another way of saying poetry, articulation, but what sets it apart from other art, the beauty of poetry is that, like the truest kind of love, it demands nothing, you need nothing, other types of art demand something, painting demands a brush, something to dip it in, drawing demands a pen, sculpture, a chisel, ceramics, a kiln, music requires an instrument, dance requires music, but poetry is like a kiss, you part lips without thinking, let your tongue do the work.

Out on the ocean, at least a man can dream. And just like spacegrass, every song's about smokin' weed. Look in the water. Do you see my reflection lookin' right back at you? Like a Starbucks mermaid, I'm slingin' coffee, partin' legs on sixth avenue. Diggin' cactus, yeah. Diggin' cactus, like holes to the other side. Watch out, baby! The other world lizard can paralyze. The crystal ship's back. Floatin' like sideways twistin' eyeballs in the big blue sky. A wizard's mailsack. I'm delivering a letter from the subconscious mind. I think you wrote it to me, but I might have been the one who wrote it to you. Did you open the door? Or did I put in the key and let you through? I ain't never. I ain't never seen no one, who can take her pants off, like she was loadin' a gun. You got any bullets left? I think I'm about ready for another one. I can't sing no more. I lost it all when you left, man. But at least there are constellations.

Gold: transition metal, group 11, atomic number 79, one of the highest natural atomic number elements in the universe, Incans considered gold the sweat of Inti, the Sun god, almost all gold on Earth lies in the planetary core, Sun idols were sculpted into human form by Incas, powdered Gold mixed with ashes of Hearts from kings placed in their bellies, all surface gold on earth was delivered by meteor impact, King Tut was buried with a meteoritic dagger, if you put gold leaf in an electroscope with an electric charge, the gold leaf will raise, but if you place radioactive material next to it, the gold leaf falls, like nuclear bombs might drop in end of days, in a way, our atmosphere is like a giant electroscope, your spine, your brain, electrochemical transmitters/receivers, cosmic rays travel from stars, particles that bombard prove we are made of stars, every plant you eat was fed by chlorophyll's conversion of solar energy, solar plants feed beef/milk/lamb so you can eat solar energy, so if we know star particles make the matter of our bodies, if we know solar energy feeds our biology, is it such a stretch to consider that star energy might make personality, consciousness, astrology was used by Mayans, Egyptians, to build pyramids that we still do not have technology to replicate, our strongest cranes can not lift these monoliths, our strongest cranes can not lift these monoliths, did they built it with electromagnetic waveforms interacting with gold or another metal? they say when Viracocha and Quetzalcoatl built pyramids in the Andes & Mesoamerica they were attended by men with trumpets who raised stones with sound, I've seen videos where scientists lift styrofoam particles using a speaker matrix, could it be the same thing on a different frequency or wavelength? furthermore, are humans part of this matrix? we know the Earth has an electromagnetic field, we know our brains run on electricity, we know sunlight is electromagnetic radiation, we know Gold was revered in sun worship, we know gravity is the curvature of space-time, we know the earth's core contains massive amounts of gold, we know the Sun has gravity in our solar system, we know planets have gravity, we know human bodies have gravity, what does it mean? (maybe we're just the Earth's antibodies), the solar plexus is a Gold chakra in Buddhism, the solar plexus is a Gold chakra in Buddhism, the solar plexus is a Gold chakra in Buddhism, we know that relic electromagnetism from the big bang is ubiquitous, we know that relic electromagnetism from the big bang is ubiquitous, could it be that our bodies funnel electromagnetic energy (light, radio waves, infrared, ultraviolet rays or so many others) into our brains? Is this consciousness? Is this consciousness? Is this consciousness? Do our bodies interact with this planet we live on, with these planets around us, and with these stars in the sky? Are we all tied to each other with hidden electromagnetic strings that interact with gravity? Is reincarnation a mechanism by which consciousness returns to the stars? Is Buddhism compatible with Science? Most people hoard the brain's currency, but I like to gamble with my gold talents. I like to ask the big questions, like that best-of album by Os Mutantes, 1960s psychedelic band from the Amazon, I say Everything is Possible. I believe there's incredible technology buried, buried in the past. I know because my wife is a Lion who lives in the Sun, an Nth-Dimensional being who woke me up to meet my family: every star in the sky, every planet in the solar system, every human on earth. We are all children of the stars.

a beautiful mind with no money, currents of dream but no greenback currency, like lining up, Daytona 500, Lamborghini Murciélago, 661 horses, you press the pedal —but you forgot gasoline. Jesus on the dashboard frowns, money lenders in the temple again, we are lapped by stock cars with corporate sponsors, Jeff Gordon waves as he passes in the Tide car, that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast. talent means skill, but also a set weight of gold used by Romans & Greeks, currency can also refer to the flow of electricity through wires, with science we are building self-driving cars, twisting fate with pliers, they have waved the black & white checkered flag, we are driving to win this human race for everyone, we must all help, clean energy, fair policies, we must bust these trusts like Teddy Roosevelt, my name means King of Hunters, put your ear to the ground, the sound of man destroying himself, we must stop it, they cheer for a crash at the racetrack, but we are all in this car together, baby-on-board in the back window, we must use these brakes to drift this corner oh-so-gentle like a feather. Among the roar of engines, do you hear the vroom-vroom stampede?

(from Ogura Kyakunin Isshu, waka 12 by SŌJŌ HENJŌ: Amatsu kaze Kumo no kayoiji Fuki tojiyo Otome no sugata Shibashi todomemu. [translation:] O winds from on high, blow shut that path through the clouds, so that I can detain a moment longer these heavenly maidens' forms!) (from Ogura Kyakunin Isshu, waka 16 by CHŪ-NAGON ARIWARA NO YUKI-HIRA: Tachi wakare Inaba no yama no Mine ni ōru Matsu to shi kikaba Ima kaeri-komu. [translation:] Even if I depart now and leave for Mount Inaba, on whose peak grow pines, if I hear you pine for me I will right away hurry back!) (from Ogura Kyakunin Isshu, waka 18 by FUJIWARA NO TOSHI-YUKI ASON: Sumi-no-ye no Kishi ni yoru nami Yoru sae ya Yume no kayoi-ji Hito-me yokuramu. [translation:] Are you so afraid of people's eyes that not even at night, over dream paths, you come to me like the waves that approach the shore of Suminoe?) (from Ogura Kyakunin Isshu, waka 19 by LADY ISE: Naniwa gata Mijikaki ashi no Fushi no ma mo Awade kono yo wo, Sugushite yo to ya. [translation:] Are you telling me to go through this life without meeting even as brief as the space between joints on the reeds at Naniwa Inlet?) (NeoTokyo Subway Lyrics by Chase Maxwell) I got lost on the NeoTokyo subway. They pushed my baby in another car. I hope I can see you again someday, no matter how near or far. No one plays koto anymore in the city. This metropolis has grown too large. Another advertisement for Hello Kitty, and I might carve Hello Kitty in my arm. Somebody hand me my katana. Watashi wa uma ni noru. [translation: I will ride a horse.] I'll meet you in hell to fight Lord Yama. Whatever happened to Bosozuku? No one plays koto anymore in the city. Watashi wa uma ni noru. [translation: I will ride a horse.] I got lost on the NeoTokyo subway. You ever seen a soul so blue? I hope I can meet you again someday. Guess I'll fight if I have to.

My floor is a lovely bed this last year. My dog a pleasant space heater in frigid January. These ramen noodles and refried beans comprise a lush banquet. My splendid luck, to be a gourmand of foil seasoning packets. My shack is sovereign land. By divine right I rule, king, punjab, rajah! See the voluptuous curve of these ribs beneath skin? My harem of dusty book agree. There is no fairer lord in all the shack. No fairer lord in all the shack. There is no fairer lord in all the shack. My harem of dusty books agree. Hold, the truth now. See this pen? This paper? Hold, the truth now. See this pen? This paper? I am a wealthy lord. I am a wealthy, wealthy lord. I am a wealthy lord. My harem of dusty books agree. Shades drawn in the dark, no money for groceries, bills are overdue. My harem of dusty books agree. There is no fairer lord in all the shack. My harem of dusty books agree. Sleeping on the couch. Sleeping and feeding the dog. I need a woman. Sleeping on the couch. Sleeping and feeding the dog. Man, I need a woman. Roaches, dirty floor, whiskers in the bathroom sink prove that I exist. Prove that I exist. I am a wealthy lord. Roaches, dirty floor, whiskers in the bathroom sink prove that I exist. My harem of dusty books agree. There is no fairer lord in all the shack. Roaches, dirty floor, whiskers in the bathroom sink, prove that I exist. They prove that I exist. Hold, the truth now. See this pen? This paper? I am a wealthy lord. My harem of dusty books agree. There is no fairer lord in all the shack. I am wealthy.

Birdsongs and lonely leaves, where do the days go, we always seem to somehow lose our minds. Wasn't long ago, like freshly fallen snow, I kissed the earth, you know, we all melt in time. So which way to hell? Which way to the wishing well? I'm going to give this swan song one more try. I'm going to climb this mountain, and die happy at the top. I don't care how many frozen bodies I find. (ooo ooo ooo, ooo) Call me Ötzi the iceman, motherfucker, shakin' bones to haunt all you. Resurrecting my own ghost from hell, wearin' the wolf's pelt, castin' spells, or maybe, you'll find me, dancing with fresh, hot blood in my beard, way out in the Andes, I ain't havin' no survivor's guilt. I ain't havin' no survivor's guilt. And when I finally reach the summit, you'll find me reading a penny dreadful, smokin' a blunt, and drinkin' ol' Rasputin from a demon' skull. The fool who met defeat. The fool who lost his feet to the five of swords, to the five of swords. So merrily, we jest, gambling heaven's test. Why's it got to be so hard? And why jest? Why is the fool my card? Well, the wild card matches every draw. I was that fool who walked off the cliff face with his dog. How do you think I got to the bottom? Jodorowsky made a movie about it. Welcome to my holy mountain. (Your thoughts are like shapes)

in Vajrayana's Rainbow path, masters speak of twilight language, a secondary communication system expressed through metaphor, or polysemy; polysemes are words, phrases, or visual symbols that have multiple meanings, multiple seams, or seemings, by which to sew new dreamings, a thread so fine of water and light. Twilight is daughter of day kissing night, French painters called it l'heure bleue, the blue hour, but twilight can also mean when something is close to its end, we grow old in the twilight of life, and then, in the Poetic Edda, the hero, Sigurd drinks dragon's blood, learns to speak with birds, the Quran says Solomon & David understood birds, Greek poets were said to do the same, so does it seem so insane when I say Media sounds like the sorceress Medea, or that Politics sounds like "Poly," meaning "many", combined with "Ticks," meaning "blood-sucking insects," or maybe “Poli” like poles of a magnetic field combined with “tick,” a nervous twitch, does it seem so absurd that I talk to birds? medieval French troubadours spoke la langue des oiseaux, the tongue of birds, where, for example, au lion d'or, "the golden lion", might mean, au lit on dort, "in bed one sleeps," in bed one sleeps, you can learn a Lot by speaking to birds, but between the weeping of literal and symbolic meaning, I've discovered a third, you can read intent in a smile, I wash anguish from guiled face with dove soap, the language of birds is written with sound & word in a tongue of love & hope. (taken from the poem, A Child's Thought of God by Elizabeth Barrett Browning) A child's thought of god, he wears a fold of heaven and earth across his face, like secrets kept for love untold, but still I feel that his embrace slides down by thrills through all things made, through sight and sound with every place, as if my tender mother laid, on my shut lids, her kisses pressure. as if my tender mother laid, on my shut lids, her kisses pressure. as if my tender mother laid, on my shut lids, her kisses pressure. Half waking me at night, and said, who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser? Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?

Lit the incense, beat the drums of war, hand came from the water, approached it from the shore. I got a sword from the lady of the lake, room so rose red quiet, you could hear my heart break. I got sixteen arms a'spinnin' like a cigar from Mexico. Now I got fangs just like a lion. I got horns like a buffalo. Hawk showed it to me in that drawing that he made. How all those animals were hiding in the beard upon my face. Now this warpaint looks like lightning, see me as I really am. With an OM A RA TSA NA DHIH, With an OM A RA God-damn. Vajra Vetali wrapped her legs around me and made a baby in the holy ghost. See her on the right side of my motorcycle helmet, glowin' in the dark while I roam like a ronin samurai, or maybe Odin on his horse. 'cause baby, we ride to war. And the Taras said, Don't you cry, no, don't you cry no more. So I lit the burning sword. These days we're choppin' heads off, dancin' with the ghost, takin' heads, dancin' with the ghost, takin' heads, dancin' with the ghost. Now my horse is dancing like marauders in the sky, and the valkyries are chanting, OM A RA Adventure Time. Now's the time, sound the horn. Dancin' in the boneyard with a gold snake round my neck, swappin' spit with witches in an ancient discoteque. Oh my host, of blazing, wrathful females. Smash into dust-motes the body and speech of all the nature of hindering foes, and release their consciousness into dharma-dhatu. Let me quell all injury, and achieve my aims just as I wish. Ya'll got to start paddlin' harder. Ya'll got to start paddlin' hard. I've got to reach that shore. I've got the power of gods. (Oooooooooooooo)

I've got eyes. I've got wings. With them I see everything. Take this heart. Take my love. Take it all. Take my blood. 'cause what you do. 'cause what you do. 'cause what you do. 'cause what you do. Comes back on you. Let me work. Let me sleep. Find out more on the news next week. With this blade. I do believe. Find out more on the news next week. Oh, they like their headlines. My heads got some headlines. This just in! Every politician's head on a pike in Washington DC. Business executives decapitated in ritualistic coup. Wall Street runs red with the blood of rich men for once. Tune in for this and more at 666 eastern/central. 'cause what you do. 'cause what you do. 'cause what you do. Comes back on you. If you saw what I have seen, you'd believe in equanimity. With this blade, I shall cleave the mind in two until you see. 'cause what you do. 'cause what you do. Comes back on you.

Riding on the bus at 12 years old (past 12 zodiac houses) a friend drowned me in dialogue, shapes, dimensions, submerged me, howling ocean of conceptual thought, what ifs, til my brain could hardly breathe from asking questions of what lay beyond, he said, "well, the second dimension is like a flat piece of paper, but we live in the third, the demiurge folds origami, takes a paper universe, pulls front & back in opposite directions, creates extra space, see that's a new dimension, the third from the second, they say we can do the same with reality, maybe if we slide a razor between the seams, we could pull it apart, see the fourth from the third," and we decided that the fourth dimension must be time, because time seemed the natural choice, and, sitting on torn vinyl seats, poor kids on the school bus, the best answer two twelve-year olds could find for what exists beyond existence. A year later I moved away, couldn't sleep, lying in the dark, 13 year old Indigo maybe, the year 2000, new millennium, my first teenage year, Greek Geometry just came to me; didn't bother turning on the light, walked over to the wall in the dark, drew Eureka with my fingertip: one point / vertex / a zero dimensional object, two points / line segment / a first dimensional object, four points / square / a second dimensional object, eight points / cube / a third dimensional object, so whatever lies beyond the third dimension must be: sixteen points / hypercube / a fourth dimensional object. Do you see the points double each time? (like the crown chakra) They're not arbitrary, they're vertices. Do you see? (blink your third eyelash) a vertex is where edges and faces come to a single point, like two twelve year olds converging on a theory for what is, before following separate edges and faces, paths to new places in the untold shape of things. sixteen points / hypercube / a fourth dimensional object, bound by 8 (Dungeons & Dragons) hyperplanes, at each edge, 3 (Nintendo Game)cubes and 3 squares(oft releases) intersect, at each vertex, 4 cubes, 6 squares, and 4 edges meet, Jack Kirby, Tales of Suspense #79-81, a tesseract consists fully of 8 cubes / 24 squares / 32 edges / 16 vertices. "Taking A.I.M" Avengers vol. 1, #386–388 but because humans can't see the extra-spatial dimension that allows for the tesseract's existence, (on the school bus we called it time) if we saw the tesseract's projection in three-dimensional reality, we would never see it fourth-dimensionally (can you see time?) we'd only see various three-dimensional shapes, depending on orientation: cell-first, we would see a cube, face-first, we would see a cuboid, edge-first, we would see a hexagonal prism, vertex-first, we would see a rhombic dodecadedron, ( like childhood, adolescence, coming of age adulthood, middle-age, senescence, seniority) and even if we walked all the way around, we would see only these shapes, (like human bodies) convinced they were just normal three-dimensional shapes, (like human bodies) we wouldn't even see other possible shapes, (like souls, consciousness, who knows) unless the tesseract shifted orientation, (to awaken) no matter who much we move, we cannot change what we see, unless the tesseract wills it, (the universe), and to me, this is a great metaphor for human perception; how we see so one-sidedly, (a cyclops) thinking our way the only way, (a fascist) and even if fate wills it, vision shifts, and we see another way, (a third eye) we still don't see all at once, (omniscience, [meaning all-science]) we still don't see the tesseract for what it truly is (god) and even if we could, (see god) we would only see (we are all gods) that the tesseract is only one side of a shape made of many tesseracts. Like electromagnetism, gravity, the strong force and the weak force. Like electomagnetism, gravity, the strong force and the weak force. (tésser, [meaning four], aktís, [meaning ray]) life is nothing more than a four act ray. (tésser, [meaning four], aktís, [meaning ray]) life is nothing more than a four act ray.