at the turn of the world
error value returned
burn the earth of your birth
and put it inert in an urn
the wholesome dare you to learn
follow the merit you earn
embark hastily on a voyage
cross the horizon into the sun
spun like gossamer threads
baked into your meat and your bread
injected chunk by chunk in your head
and emblazoned there on your crest
which you wear on your chest
and you can see where it led
to an ending so poignant
that it made you stop where you tread
envision just where we are
neath the shimmering stars
simmering boiling with power
swimming with all of the sharks
after all they reside in these parts
and they can smell in the dark
can they sense your opus?
or does the ocean extinguish the spark
avoiding momentary catastrophe
engaging with a proxy of what actually
exists nondually surpassing mathematically
as the light filters dappling
through the trees and the saplings
todays modern dinosaurs hatching free
to become the anointed
and resume the pointless gunpoint shopping spree