~~~ The Green Bird Faery Song of All Seriousness ~~~

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if I know what is to happen
the dance is an entrainment
I’ve seen the next worlds over
and in those ideals we’ve already won

my spine a tuning fork
I wander about the earth
attracted to the striking
against the rituals harmonizing
the fluid spirals in my back

I bear the pain of aeons
in my body collapsed on this time
and each days distillation
undoes that karma more and more
they used to say I’m ‘cut from the heel’

I am causeless
my instinct provides
a trail of iron and wine
I- follow like a blood hound
I- the smallest part, the straw
I- break the spine of oblivion

the years pass on
the stories chase me
of happenings surrounding
a clueless head of vacuums bliss
immortal against the volley
flaming bolts against the messenger

my gyroscope a weapon
of chaos and synchronicity
a radiating force field
with gold and silver keys
sprouting plum blossoms
riding the dragon of non-duality

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the incomprehensible skill
royal by blood and transmigration
natural and metanormal
theurgic and thaumaturgic
now the future, now the past, now
indomitable throughout territorial time

grounded in my horse, devouring earth
whether I am running on the planes
or here about sweet Terra’s waning garden
soft becomes hard, hard becomes soft
twin dragons constantly vie for the pearl

and that all but forgotten human mission
to one day in time attain the sun
is possible in ways utterly odd
to the way of heaven before the calamity
and we recognize the beauty of the meta-music
which forsaw this groove from the start

dance to a way that says love is the law
trance to the law that demands love under will
eros and agape, love against love
be drunk on the inescapable condition of being
and in that ocean finally rest in your soul
show your angels the eyes of the bornless one

yes in my eyes, sweet angels on earth
the inescapable flames of first glory
dust off the slime from your wings
oh long cast out demons of splendour and light
the long sleep of shadow has ended
the promised revealing and victory; yea, Victory

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~~~ Ha ~~~

I’m walking and he is also walking
I’m turning round about as he is turning round about
we are entrained, I and I
soon we will fully harmonize
ritual keys across multiple lines

trading secrets and a flavor
his eyes slightly brighter blue
my build much stronger
we watch each our other two
until the waiting is filled

a ping sent further than aeons
because backwards in time is gone
the calamity of imperfect harmony
will be its own undoing in ours, this world
for who does not feel such oblivion
along the memories we keep pulling through

ideal perfection mixed with a taint
while traces of the divine here
reveal the pure joy of our birthright
the sacrafice of imperfect harmony
the hope of healing darkness sown
so that both may defeat the blight
together

I can’t know the improvisation
as it happens spontaneously
to my feet, my hands, my dreams
I just know in each of the moments
when his eyes, my eyes, see together
I am there, and I am here
he is here, and he is there
and in the garden
my soul is playing
more seriously than before
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