I am where I am before
An alter-fate of differentiated ways
From differential weighs
An alter-fate of differential weighs
From differentiated ways
Where am I now?
In the midst of uncharted field
I feel the fill-potential own
On the on-way … onward
On word
Where am I now?
No one knows
Not even I,
Yet I am here
If there is a friend to hear
My voice
I speak as the on voice
Own-rhythm; own harmony
own melody
own-ness
Plane-potential infinity – Is.
* * *
Knowledge can not know me
And wisdom cannot describe
The delicate mystery of love
For you are my friends
I call you friends
Angelic brothers
For of the world of
That which is not to the world
The unknown-twin dimension-being.
Are you as I am Other Eternal To Be.
* * *
Why
should a god visit earth
If to
be only a slave to man
Why
should a man be a slave to man
If only
to be a slave to man
Or a
man to God
Or a
god to man?
If only
to be within a state
Unnatural
to his natural self
Or
alter-self
* * *
Fragments of the vice-future I give to you
Put them together as you natural – know
Put them together as you natural do if you can
Fragments of the alter-isnes I give to you
To have and hold accordingly until the
vice-similarity of
The until the before there was.
* * *
Of
variable universe
And one
feels is not what words express:
The
never-plane, the alter-ever on-out
Inexpressible
Infinity
Rane Arroyo, The Roswell Poems:
ReplyDelete"My father stirred us up and I tried
hearing him and I thought I was awake
when he showed us the alien scraps
including the hieroglyphics, the symbols
representing something, almost half
Aztec and half mathematics and I asked—
am I dreaming or is this happening?"
Roberto Tejada: "unto shores kept safe between the pages / of an ark outlive us"
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