Thursday, 23 August 2012

Misalign, aligh, sligh...


Holy holcrux, it’s a monument to thought;
Which was forbidden in the ridden department
And the sort of thought we had prior
To the way that it came from above
And the moment it took us before, below.
The bottom. The bottom of everything.
Rock bottom. Where the answers are.
When people say “I want to get to the bottom,”
They mean they really want the answer
and true reason why everything is;
They want what it was. It is what it is.
Hold on to a thought pending, ending.
The real reason. The reason for reeling thoughts.
Holy shit, hold me mama! I’m the way, the way, the way.
I’m a massive turn in a solid soiled something-something.
Semper fi. Detour. Detox. 

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