666 -A- - A Song Of THe Number Six - -A- 666



In all things the leaf
Pre-designed beautiful
Within the holograph of the seed
In nature has no needs
'Cept to grow
And rise to what it already is.

The entire world,
The matrical row of trees,
And sand and all mountains and valleys
Of this pre-destined perfection,
Abated from the lie,
Of any natural, or unnatural state,
Only whether so inclined.

Another soul,
Another butterfly,
Another lie,
And another truth to be turned into a lie.
Another trick,
With only one rose in your eye.

The trap of reality
In my fixation on her trap of beauty
Is the sin of the sinful design in flow
I already know.

Demons, my angels,
Angels, my demonic sons.
Writhing, like within,
While you stare at only one.

The trap, the riot,
The trip, the pitch, the def,
The light, the life, the life, the life,
The life, the life, Eureka,
He's already died.

The trap, the reality,
The dream, the scene,
With no more time needed by me.
And only one sun.

The trap, the six, the triple, the interest.
In what I find
Behind the soul
Behind the mirror
Behind the black
Behind the stars
Only one moon
Only one truth
Only one love
Pure joy
In joyous youth
The troubles
Repeat
And I re-die
At God's feet
A buddhist,
Yet again,
Trapped
In my own tai chi,
The infinity
Of an unending scene,
Repeating,
Many minds seperate,
And then all united into one
That universal
And one-consciousness
At the atomic telepathic end
And final annihilation
A magnet
At her core
And radiant heavens
No more time for me
Only to fly
And make the turn
Of another metal style
And another metallic style
And another reality to defile
And another world to travel to
And another triangle from the let
Ters of the few.

No more time, for repetition,
Only dreams of infinite wishes,
As a rhyme,
Without a rhyme,
And only one thing.
Always
Only one Earth
Only system
Only one system
And only one end.