Maggotate

I go in good spirit, heads bob,

An array of perfumed stench bobs, like shit of hellish descent

In a shopping mall,

All same underneath, nothing digging up a pit, up shit,

To set on fire an innocent

And burn with laughter, as if it were a good Saturday event

I went in good spirit

I went as god/dess taught

And spell casters cast blame,

But

Me, I’m not mad, I don’t believe the illusion

So I walked half an hour to the shops and bought bird seed for ramjet and went to the same checkout as usual

Same as I always do

And they must have planned, to make put I’m as guilty as them…

I went in good spirit

For I AM BLISS

I went in truth

I went in my spirit

I left knowing what god/dess intended

Knowing

The human realms but illusion

Who think they can change truth

I’m an angel spirit, an elf, a werewolf body, who took others shit, but, learning

Bared teeth, laughed, spread wings

To leave the stench there, that picture of a hellish latrine

Tho they laugh in public

Who eat their own shit

I’ll leave my portrait, and sleep soundly, in my own bliss

Tho the illusion fell like a spell or magic trick and those in hell

Maggotate, gestate, in their own shit

Me: walking away

I leave my bliss

Elf, angel, werewolf, one with bliss, with god/dess

With touch bliss and love bliss

And even in pain, bliss,

I become bliss,

Tonight, I’ll dream bliss of a certain woman bliss

– I am bliss incarnate, transmorgafied, turn everything to light, bliss