I want to be flying
Absolutely at the front of the game
Developing the damned thing myself
Fuck the benefit
I want to feel it
Through the veins
When I breathe it’ll be there
At-hand
Berdyaev and Colin Wilson
Gurdjieff and the real Zhuangzi.
Gotta fly gotta fly gotta fly.
Far beyond the bullshit:
That entrapped enlightenment prescribed by the smart,
well-adjusted, fucks within the institution.
Gotta fly gotta fly gotta fly
And out there
On the edge of the thing
All warm and soft with kerosene
I’ll breath it in
Sick with health
Melting in Violent Balance
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