The convergence of the scout
With the chronic doubter, the
Hypemaster that flouts order by
Shorting the stated exchange rate,
Secretely lays waste to the shallow
Ingratiating habits of fine society.
Propriety that attempts to mask
Inner intent, yet fails to
Rescind the original imprint of
Energy with which an individual
Responds continuously.
I.e. no secrets are possible
In this open book universe,
Privacy a lie, a distortion,
Desire to hide from life &
Cry where no one can hear &
Hoard all the fear go
Bottle it up to age into the
Fine whiskey of rage.
Face what I'm sayin',
Ain't playin' because
Time is short, report
For duty. We truly have
Massive levels of newly
Co-generated potential to
Bring into actuality.
Not vague or distant but right
In our locality to strengthen
The earth grid, the hearth of
The heart that incinirates the
Falsehood of elitist structure &
Soils the strictures of prim-nose
Nihilists sipping tea in a garden of
Roses.
Exposed unto wholeness, the
Light of infinity begins to
Bathe the artificial
Impositions with acid. &
Renders all illusory
Constraints inactive.
So be receptive, knowing
If we elect to we can
Pierce through the
Entire deceptive slew &
Devour it like cole slaw.
@d-pend