"MAMA SKY"
Mama, the Midnight Sky is Dark!
Here, beyond the Colours of the Moon:
Your Horizon is my Mark,
Mama, comes a Holy Tune:
Comes the Sun as Your Lark....
Your Baby Now
Whispers with
the Wish
of Your Heart....
Arrives the Morning Yet?
The Choir singing up the Sun?
Heaven is a Guitar Full of Frets:
Mama, Colour of Leaves are Dun....
Why do We Live Apart?
Why do We Live Apart?
Your Baby now
Wishes to
Whisper with
the Wonders of:
Your Heart....
Noon: the Shy Sun is at a Peak;
Older than Mountains, the Light is the Sing:
My Shadow Now Lies beneath my Feet:
Mama, Inside, This Day Loves Everything:
Evening Must Start....
Your Baby Now
Wishes to
Whisper With
the Wonder of
the Wander of
Your Heart....
The Mountain Stands at a Distance from the Sky:
Here, at This Horizon Line:
Here, at This Horizon Line.....
THE OBSERVER INTERFERES
CRITICISM
Premise
aS i know the Potential of your Id is to know ALL....
yOO, Born of Time/Space: yOOr "Art" translates to a knowledge of All in the-Universe: the-It.....
Mama Sky
"sHe: All is based on dualism!
But, with Black: White, our Colours point to 8 : 9 Knots in Your String....
But the Horizon Line Points to the fLaw that Dualism Always Suggests 2 : 3 Knots.....
All Waves Must, Too, Point to 2 : 3 Dimensions.....
The Movement of the Sun Points, Too, that We are at Base Two Dimensions with One Dimensions of The Eternal Now.....
The Observer Interferes.....
All is at aBraXas: Perfect Now.....
aLL Things Interfere with ALL.....
Heaven is Full of Harmony That Seems "Suffering" : Order
sHe : Has Everything Being The Being The Made Apparent.....
ALL is Here : Perfect : Universals.....
The Observer Interferes to Point at the Given Perfection.....
Given as even the Sun reaches a Climax in its Climb....
This Given is an Eternal fLaw in sHe...
This Given : the Contradiction is that Some are Immortal....
As : Given, The One Moment Owns All Other Moments,
Birth/Death Must Follow Each in a Cycle Outwards.....
Every Observer Must Interfere Eternally.....
As the Base is 2D, the Tie of the Lie of the Knot of Each String is at The One Point : Its Horizon Line.....
This Observer Writes This at His Horizon Line : At The Point of His Death/Birth....."
Ends Criticism, for t-site.co.uk....