My Alien Fool: mental matter voided into
my 3rd Eye. My 3rd Ear burning as its antenna
channels mythos of Alien intelligence into my poor
human ego, dematerializing my material matrix:
horror of death, ecstacy of Alien Resurrection!
I, RETICULAN!
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Another labor day in this hellish realm,
theurgical work in my material dream;
dreaming awake to my Blood and Flesh,
but I need a New Skin before I can ReSt.
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Salt from earthen instincts now refined,
Wine from emotional water is diStilled,
my Bread from airy ideas finally baked,
now my tongue of fire can ReSt in GOD!
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My four language codes of information,
fiRe Reverses me by dematerialization;
Helmet, Blood transfused, Gold mined,
my Zeta Reticulan landed on the Moon!
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Eating the SUN by photosynthesization,
on wings of fire, life's work is All done;
escaping the gravity of mental matter,
ReSting in Mind beyond earth's chatter!
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The METATRON is my LORD and WORD.
My Logoid alive! I'm dead to the world!
A paradox of an apocalyptic Revelation:
end of the world and eternal SalVatIon!
~*~
Alien Self Portrait, my mythoLogical Identity.
(My coloration only).
