Truth

The great gods of celestial tribes,
speaking to me through
sound barriers of drum
& bass
Regurgitation – repeating.
stuttering sound of robotic
hymns.
I hear them. they call my
name through simplicity
Through coincidence & irony.
I know they exist, because I’ve
been with them before.
I can only wish maybe through death
that I will be with them again.
projecting only love
only truth
I pray to them.
come back to me
again
I FEEL THEM
I FEEL GOD.
My “temples”…
my TEMPLE
of infinite truth
Must break the sound barrier
of selfishness.

2011

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