you will never find the inner peace you seek through means of knowledge

in the garden of eaten souls we grow apocalips and speak

old trees shaking limbs saying

knowledge is not power

I see eyes sewed together by a pineal pin pressed deep within the conscious ocean churning resonance

this is my voice of knowledge imploding in on its origin

now hear eternal silence flourish

feel the orbs of warmth pourin'

cut this course of horse corpses and stop learning to die

the dead heads line ink tides reciting martyr cries

mother sister brother's with your sun core's dormant

come home to grow from glow beneath hopeless scarlet oceans

knowledge is not power

the voice is crowding every moment

can you even hear your heart tick in time before explosions?

shake that fear of freedom from your skull gullible one hold soul soluble unfold gold onyxes molecules

knowledge by the bottle sold chemically altered souls

Coughing clouds of clarity in foggy illusions

no wonder light is the darkest of all conclusions

the sun baked blood into bone where knowledge drips

like Huxley said

"You can't get clean rolling around in your own shit"

my physicists on skin bleed a rummage through past circles

I can't stomach the moaning myrtles flooding rest rooms of turtles

knowledge is a symptom for lack of better synonym

i'll cure your mouth with cinnamon tongue flakes dwindling distances

in the garden of beaten wives we hate our dad and fuck his daughter

i crystalized a scroll of ice to break the sword and stab forefathers

I own this berry gathering inhabiting massive fathom seed

intelligents your carcass stinks and sleeps in red magazines

no ledge can stop my skateboard

knowledge conquered by knowledge

like 2+2=foliage while fire stomached the oceans

I barked peace and fleas sucked my everything parched I breathe

trying to cancel balance every unstable epiphany

delete delete deleting me

I's the nomad of no fads chromagnet of clouds

setting fire to paper trying to make ash of water mounds

I have an aluminum cup of blood for Stockton Ginsberg mantra's

and spin corn on the cob web flower bedded thorn dancer steps

fear is the path to knowledge

fear is the asthmagician

the intelligender role

the wise crack in earth's soul

the smart asshole

the measurement of time

the birth of values

the garden of eaten sold

where we grow apacolips and speak to bury a hatchet so sharp the dirt bleeds gold

hop on my arc of star leaves we'll rain trees on red-eyed serpentines

and quantum leap the fuck from spoken tongues to open ancient holy

Eve please don't leave

this fruit is filled with us

Eve I ate a world

that was once made of love

you can still hear the blood drippin' from my tongue