Enough.

Life,
living and all
is energy. simple,
Cells In Motion.

"E ~~~~ motion"
like oceans,
a daily commotion
of swells and falls,
sun sucks our waters
moon pulls twice more.

We are salt water
mixed with pure flesh
We are cells of pleasure
until each, their only death.

I wonder, I feel really, I do,
what energy was gifted
created, birthed as true?

Who was I becoming
this miracle of wild
each re-conception birthed
a story not so mild.

Who is my new third cell?
The first card from "The Pack?"
Who won the aura swum?
from dealt mixed nuts, a sack?

So Earth Buttons slowly finely stoked,
rocket rolled for ready launch
Steam rise ramps of morning glory
So fresh fold flow with space agape
We wait on clearance to blast this off.

Tiny Red Butt On Flight Control
Finally Won Was Found,
caress as fire writhes release
molten magma launch,
unbound.

The next space race
in earnest shoots two wards a star
has now begun, a gain.

Astro Noughts are muted
floating, doting, weighting,
which One first to walk?

With two feat must come collision
Race One to Moon so Cosmic.
Tasty Fluid truth intends an entree magic.

A seance fertile
science with a spelling ouija bored,
main meat assured
this meeting will Be seismic.

Landing crafts slowly circle
weight floats a tad, a wile,
Shine On Egg in Cosmic Beauty
you receive One pole in style.

Now begins
The frantic silent needed
wonder, the magic of division
the split and rip
the divide and conquer
the cells of mystery,

create crazy moons each cell anew
and stars and suns and endless wholes
a full flowing uni verse of willing wild Young Ones
each sell a pup, each rung stood up in a barking newness

codes and downloads
back end data ratchets up
off chart meta crunching numbers
computers spinning over time
bit swathes bytes capture swallow
see Men of NASA, ground, control,
Thor scent this flaming nascent foam
Renew, anew, we knew, The New
was coming in ejection meets collision.

Whilst Fair Feminine Cosmic Egg
Just Sits, so still, divine in all her power.
gifted as She simply Be
The universe, a beauty in each flower

Back To Compete?
Rush, win, fight, swim?
Sew The Third Man?
The Fallen Idol?
The Smell of Birth at Jesus Thyme?
The cruel of cruci-fiction?
The crossed sales chart?
Nailed that One Two Nirvana?
Is The Smell of A Teen Spirit?
This conception bold moan he
now bare and bleeding honey
Sew in The Birth
Canals of manly grope and greed
the less on sanctity of Life,
rape, pillage, buy Kings, Vie Kings
snake takes rakes extract explore explode exploit
sum might He Man Money of The Mighty Moors
until The Sands of Time Stop Bleeding scars
as More Herstory risen full in fierce hour glasses
Warrior Wolfe She Rises Many Magic Moons
Draws Moor Lines and shifts moar water
this risen softly emoticon moon says she,
a raw in roaring no more hate,
or spat phlegm or swallowed bile,
sun message gently shining loud,

"Enough. Really.
Really we
all are already
Enough.

From Cosmic Egg
Acceptance Life
You cracked and
All Did Come.

And thence you will
return to dust
as stars.
So Stars Just Ice soften melt
Please Cease Desist
The Rushing War
Instead simply wake, create,
The Creation we all mighty.

Now stupid was as stupid did,
for God's and all our sakes
Please, we all cosmic eggs implore,
No More White, No Moor Loudly Dumb
Entitled Men In Black, pillage
pushing matrix of cashed rapacious
Commander in Chief The Won
of External eternal Collision
Chief of Force Fuck Ups."