mortals

with great pleasure
I'm better than you
mortals

what am i?

portals, the empty behind your eyes
space making it possible
silence, between the beats pattern formation
like "thought thought thought thinker... thought thought thought thinker"
bam bam bam boom... bam bam bam boom
change and interruption
turning the indistinguishable
into duality
pleasure recognizance
regardless seeing, smelling
tasting, touching,
hearing, X-ing

nothing your friend
most beautiful void
tightly hold me into you
and abandon me loosely

old age, sickness, and death
come to carry
swallow
all of us away
down

aren't we all
centers of the universe
destined to fall
regardless religious verse

these rhymes
dumb like dumb
pen-drive, "that"
when missing thumb

with great humor to cry
with great sadness to laugh
playing the game

much easier now
...
moo moo moo moo cow