MemoToTheMetaVerse 3.3, “Gaia Writes for her Lover, Amateratsu, the Local Mediocre Son”
“Holy Socrates!
Yesterday I shook the hand
Of the SOFTESTtree
In the universe.
“Use me as your ashtray,”
She spoke,
And away we stole,
For a quick toke, Amat and i,
Star-crossed lovers, from death to life.
We asked ourselves: “What’s wrong with incest?”
The opiated masses know not what they miss,
When they turn away from such a kiss!
Gaia recites her poetry in a nonstop stream:
The wind, the rain, snow, and clouds,
Ocean, waterfalls, streams, and animals
Are trying to talk to you. Why don’t you listen?
You’re focusing on grammar:
Incensed, the author, Jeff, continues writing,
Alone in a vacuum, apparently.
Is anyone listening? Or do you merely hear me.
When something is trying to come out to meet you,
You must be more welcoming.
Tuesday, December 5, 2017