New Roads – Poem

Poppy fieldI was sitting on a precipice,

Overlooking infinity,

Mainly thinking…


Fuck me.


That’s big…


It was as if it was calling me to come play,

Gently saying “Come,

Manifest your reality“,


And in that instant,

which lasted an eternity,

It was proved to me

The truth of all existence

Within infinity.


So Humanity,

It is all true.

Or, in Chaos terms,

Nothing is true,

Everything is permitted.


So What

Shall we



Shall we permit some twit the remit to dick on someone else’s bit of the globe,




Shall we don our proverbial robes


And forge


New Roads.


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