HE WALKS JOYFULLY over the earth!...
The athlete runs carrying the torch
towards the hotchpotch of a possible God
conquered and conqueror:
The apodictic Proteus.
The Lord of the excommunicated
who rushed to the shadows
on a very strange old
planet called Earth
(what is that?)
From the messy atoms made of mud
will rise the prophetic shout
of the Consciousness of consciousness:
Light to give light amongst all the shadows
Running down, old God
make yourself anew,
looking straight at all the beings
orchestrated by symphonies of shadows
of the rubbing of the rubbing
until the pubis of origins,
of the same matter, is erased,
so that all re-believe themselves in silence
strengthened in the Sacred Sex of the Universal Soul.
More, more, more the Better God
brings light from more than two!
Multiplied by the blind mire of mortals
who long for the Immortality
of the Ancient Being of beings!...
"Here is the flame that burns!"
Switch on the light of innatearth matter
and taking it in our hands
we could join the umbilical cord of our God
to take ourselves far from the limits of GOD-BYE.
Since Death no longer exists
they live only by mocking the little death
with super Life
on hyper earth!
Come down to space
full of love
from galaxies of peace!...
Fear no more!
There is a God remaking himself
in every one of us!
Because he is for all
we have the bright Universe that flies
straight seeding itself eternally orgasmified
reason and emotion
Now we don't ask ourselves any more WHYS
in this heaven made of earth
stripped of good and evil
with the temples of the heart awakened
so as to feel the infinite
with no more solitude
with no more fear.
Never again, never!
BECAUSE WE LOOK
WITHOUT LIMITATIONS TO THE INFINITE
BECAUSE NOW ALREADY WE ARE INFINITE...
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