Deiform
so much left to lose
and it never felt better
with so much life to live
even should this new year be my little me last
why lament
why bemoan and groan
why refuse
when all is inescapable jiving fusion
i give away my miserly rights
in order to alight
seasons undress and redress
and i still gawk lustfully comme si c’était la primeur
want what god wants
attrape ce qui est à la une
de la part de chaque gourou que tu croises dans les rues
ou que tu croises dans ta gob
want what god wants
and you shall never want
what god wants is what you get
what god wants is what you get
what you get is what god wants
wat you get is god
wat you is is god
god is full up to his belt holes
with what is
he cant get no fatter
there is no busting gut or belt
buddha was full of god
but Gouddha was never full of bouddhéité
the full belly psychedeli has no room
for further fattening by your faith
or slackening by your faithlessness
but you can own up to the what-isness
and pat that belly of yours proudly
hathor se mange et s’enfante
sans que tu ais la moindre besoin de la fructifier
there was and then there is
and what was, is
there isn't any what if
you can fast or feast
pray or self-excommunicate
no difference
you can or you cant
you can declare yourself the savior
you can subjugate the stars to your bidding
you can outgrow yourself and wear the sun like a helmet
theres still no budging the belt
there are no orphans
there aren’t even any children
all is deiform
there is no salvage or salvation
no room for improvement or cause for damnation
there is but this passerby
we overlook
that is us and we them
that is god and god alone
god alone
all is deiform