It’s beyond me
It’s beyond thee Heavenly Light, shining down on the leaves of tree tops and roots of Afros
It’s beyond the many public images The Machine occasionally flashes from its 52 card deck + 17 more, faces all of different worth
Beyond the gaze of the Hubble, far off out of the catacombs of any understood or commonly accepted plane of physical reality ever known by mankind
beyond the deep thrusts propelling our world can along, spinning on a pole. Deep raw thrusts. Primal. A jet-purple venom from the fang of the crooked snake kind of sizzle, searing to the touch; that kind of potency… that kind of strength will never be harnessed and used for the greater good at this rate. Not at this trajectory.
Trust is at the center of that undefinable point, out there somewhere
Tick Tick Big Bang
it’s beyond me…