What time is it?
Now, the seamless
moment of everywhen
ebb and flow of the eternal beat
pushes and pulls everything into being
can smell the tune?
can you taste infinity?
hold colors in the palm of your hand?
sitting at the edge of the abyss
dangling my feet, waiting
on the last few days of reality
chaos, order, death, rebirth
the dance of death/creation
the high leverage point of
weed, crypto, and creativity
NFTs, Automated market markers
we are stealing fire from the Gods,
writing on the walls
remodeling the malls
as the Gaia is dying
the cosmic serpent is turning
we have become a fallen angels
but do we have enough, wait
what time is it...
