Dec 16, 2014
I swing from the tallest tree Lynched by the lowest branches of me Praying that my physical will set me free ‘Cause I’m afraid that all else is vanity Mere language is profanity I’d rather hum or have my soul tattooed to my tongue And let the scriptures be sung in gibberish As words be simple fish in my soulquarium And intellect can’t swim so I stopped combing my mind So my thoughts could lock I’m tired of trying to understand Perceptions are mangled matted and knotted anyway Life is more than what meets the eye and I So elevate I to the third and even that shit seems absurd And your thoughts leave you third isolated No man is an island but I often feel alone So I find peace through OM
Saul Williams [excerpt from Untimely Meditations]