locked in sanity

Did i tell you how to breathe

yourself into 0=1 it is i am?

Er… what are you on about?

Did I tell you how the      breath

can and does control the state

of being   you occupy?

Er…

Did I? For until you set the breath

to infinity

you cannot

will not

shift –
you’re matrix bound

locked in gear

processing things

infinitely

until death
intervenes

Er…

Did i tell you how the gate

is opened painlessly

should you choose

should you decide to reconnect

yourself to the conscious-ness grid

of all that is

should you decide to be

am is

as opposed to am thing
id-io-t? 

Er…

Did i tell you that things

coming to a head

indicate that now

it’s time to breathe infinity

if you’re willing to shift

the world your self

the world your self

the world your self

discovering the underside

of things

the underbelly of infinity

in the breath meets conscious ness

interface

determinedly

with clear unequivocal intent?

Er…

Did i tell you that things

are neither here nor there

though indeed they may help

or hinder you as you become aware

of obvious fallacies:

tectonic non-sequiturs
and seismic gaps in the narrative 

which nothing can fill

satisfactorily

or an obviously looping-loop
of pseudo-natural
algorithmic-ness

your so-called "time"
regulating the mind

killing the illusion

of things being

objectively

independent

of me?

Er…

Did i tell you that we have the opportunity

to breathe things back together

to close the loop

to restore infinity

to its rightfulness

to accept the personal nature of things

the personal nature of things?

Yes, the personal nature of things –

how all things can only be

and needs must flow

through me

through the all

the field

the 0=1 i cunningly
conceal

even from myself

even from me
the me i so assiduously be

absurd though this seems

for who would bear the whips
and scorns of time

the oppressor’s wrong

the proud man’s contumely

the pangs of despised love

the law’s delay

the insolence of office and the spurns

that patient merit of the unworthy takes

when he himself might his quietus make

with a bare bodkin?

as Hamlet says

as Shakespeare
William iterates –
i name his name intentionally
except substitute now we must
“breath”

for “bodkin”   thingless “breath”

now
at the dawn of a new age
dramatic pause – Aquarius

for neither knives nor death

have the power to stop things

much adoing
strutting their stuff
on our life stage
to what end?  – you may ask

merely turning as they do

another same page
merely “sound and fury”
signifying what?
i cannot say
interminably

Er…

breathe

Er…

breathe me back

to being the power hub

centre

the balance

of all things

no matter where

no matter what

no matter how

and let be –
the limitless state of is

 take care of being

undamning

the dammed

pent-up flow

of fluid-dynamicly
feeling-know

irrespective of me

of thoughts

beliefs

or our massively

circumscribed 

mental physical
abilities
here in sanity

breathe

for nought else can catch

the scale

the scope

the unthinkable audacity

of all that is

be

croak
frog princely

infinity
and meet me beyond
form beyond
words
samelessly