Electron Eye Prize Enterprise



Feeling the thought of something that is not
a knot in my head that was spoon fed to be bled
by the desire to arise to the Higher
sooner or later to be found in the Fire
the thought that created the feeling was nothing but a liar
a wire hanging like a noose
shot down like a goose


Unlearning the things learned
a heap of thought-memory slowly burned
rising in the smoke to be left in ashes
the coming of a new age slowly passes
and with it a new set of glasses
so what was unseen before can now be seen
the lush tender green in between the cracks
growing everywhere, anywhere
and in nothing does it lack