There are so many things
that will never make sense
but you can make the better sense
with this ability to let go
traveling the flow
dynamic of what is unknown
and being shown
Over
Time
this drive
To exist
may not make any sense
but we catch ourselves
Back inside this place
externalized
that has materialized
taking life
Not everything was made to make sense
and there has been so much help in this misinformation of nonsensical madness that has sweeped over our towns
infecting our people
turning them into sheeple
even the wolves fail to realize
the ancient architects of all time
for they too are
Sheep
too in all this cosmic
Gloop of goop
fertilizing poop 💩
The glue made holding the pyramids in place
taste like
poop stains
they took that to the grave too
Poetry written from the coop
