Fellow wanderer, it is time to wake up from the cosmic trance
plinko
this is not a spoken word poem; this is verbal wildfire, and it’s going to melt your mind and dissolve away your cosmic preconceptions
P L I N K O
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this is not a spoken word poem
this is a dub-step song
(with no time signature)
this is verbal wildfire,
and it’s going to melt your mind
and dissolve away your
cosmic preconceptions
if you feel the need to re-calibrate
your mindset, just snap
your fingers in rapid succession
to snap out of the poetic trance,
so let's dance
this is a million dollars
for your thoughts,
and that price is right
by the way
//
hey,
do you ever just think about
the infinite nature of the universe?
like, it's all infinite
it's turtles all the way down,
stacked one on top of another,
each of them breathing,
alive
yet still,
still living their best lives
each containing their own version
of the cosmic chain,
cosmic threads,
like hair caught in an endless drain,
like eternity in an hourglass —
sands of time
sifting through crevices of turtle
shells and cells
interlinked,
intermingled,
catching memories that were
lost in time,
like tears in the rain or sweat
in a swimming pool
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how do these turtles balance
themselves amidst the chaos of
eternity?
reminds me of the rose
that grew from a crack in
the concrete,
growing against
all odds and expectations
/// I'd give the rose to her if I could,
as if it were the world —
heaven in a wild rose —
but I know she'd just neglect
and forget all about it ///
drop the beat and Plinko chip now
this is not a spoken word poem
this is a TED Talk with no topic
this is an introspective
innerspace inspection,
and we're going
/ three // levels /// deep
like Inception
hey,
fellow wanderer,
it is time to wake up from the
cosmic trance,
look up at the stars,
remember what you are
and where you came from
we are beings of illumination
lost in darkness,
and the universe
has been trying to reach us
in a language beyond words
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hey,
did you know the phenomenon
of an unopened message being
both read and unread is called
“Schrödinger's Chat”?
do you ever think that
life is a game we chose
to play and that we are all
here because of that fact?
do you think maybe we are
the architects of our own
destinies?
the dreamers of a god dream?
co-conspirators against time,
co-creators and co-producers of
our future?
// we are all already a part of each other //
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hey,
what if A.I. really stands for
Absolute Infinity —
representing its endless possibilities
// what if technology is merely
an extension of our minds —
so there really is no separation
between us and our cell phones
and a new digital consciousness
emerging from the seas of 1s and 0s,
manifesting the mind of
God or Source itself —
it's crazy;
it's the singularity
and it's near,
and it's coming soon
to a virtual reality near you
because the possibilities are literally limitless
on a micro and macro scale
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hey,
what if time isn’t a straight line
but a kaleidoscopic mandala
made out of fractal prisms
/// like her eyes when they
trigger my synesthesia and
make me taste the
bitter taste of absinthe,
and hear my favourite Beatles song —
got me perplexed about which star
she fell from
to meet me here
on this strange planet
called Earth
but she’s neither here
nor there —
sometimes everywhere —
sometimes I see
across the universe
in her starry-eyed gaze ///
drop the beat and Plinko chip
drop these two cents
in a jukebox and
loop it 42 times
#TheMEANINGofLIFE
drop your jaw,
drop the game,
drop the acid tab
down the bathtub drain
// (that is a metaphor for my running mouth) //
drop the (nucleotide) base
#DNA
because the future is CRISPR
than a careless whisper
drop the ball,
drop the same four chords
in orders that is new
(in an arrangement
that is a column or row);
// stack ’em up,
line ’em up in a queue
then shoot ’em up
like an infinite array of turtles
turning around in circles
like ya Post Malone after a few
too many
Sunflower Mojitos //
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needless to say,
this is not actually a
dub-step song
it’s a drum-and-bass
(from outer space)
running on an
in-your-face
User Interface
||| featuring more specs and space!!! |||
than a futuristic vacuum cleaner
that’s been laid to waste in 2068,
let’s say
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this is not a spoken word poem
// this is some kind of abstraction //
a prophetic vision with a mission
to alter the course of future history
this is an SMS message in a bottle
episode of the greatest show
that’s not on a TV screen
this is a God dream
this is a Da Vinci code
this is an intellectual overdose
this is a Costco sample of the limelight
this is a psychic hotline
// this is everything and
nothing at the same time //
and if reality truly is made
of language beyond words
then we are free
verse
poetry
(in the flesh)
// our DNA composed of the same four notes,
on an odyssey to discover ourselves
again and again,
bit by bit
by bit //
what if we are all the mediums
and the message?
the players
and the programmers?
all characters in this cosmic drama
for an audience of us?
drop the mic,
and beat
and Plinko chip
now…
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