Can you give all you have?
As what you have is already empty?
The feeling now in your gut, rotating, is not?
It is not a thing, a sensation, something beyond!
A song lost to time, just myriad’s combined;
Thought and Time be, invocation developing!
Can’t find a way, for the way is not to find
For Heaven is Absolute; saving Noose’s mind,
Yet as Above, so below; corruption seedlings grow!
Stemming into Trees, leaves blossom, fondlings sorrow,
As each limb is traversed to write this book;
Another fact that this paper is a Tree’s hook
To give all you have with no expectations,
Means you don’t have to give that much,
But to perform magick, underwill the brush,
For what is found is beyond yonder be,
Just a spell captured momentarily;-
God’s artists stroke canvases above Sky
Listen, like a Tree we grow, but as a Phoenix we rise
Each morning infinite energy due to sunrise,
Dissolving each day like the nothingness’ play,
Into another state, another tomorrow’s relayed,
Just save it for now, presence filling around;
One is gone beyond the family’s noiseless sound
Just being my own, can’t even face It?
Why not go fake it for some capital…Disasterful
Imbursements, yet Fate hasn’t transformed you
By and by, Hell is just your own mind’s residue!
So have fun in that this life, I’m a step in clue,
That what happens to me, is making me laugh at