Breakfast with the Cosmos’ Shamen


I am a remnant of cells
Past down through chance
And mingled into fate
By choice.


My bones are the frame of all things.
I am my fathers’ mother,
Her sisters’ and his brothers’.
Backwards and forwards
I exist.


Through time, in and out,
Over, under and in between.
I am the mesh
Of the glob weave.


Follow me, and chance my trance.
For there is a choice and
Only within my game may
You choose.


Strands stretching to eternity,
Reaching into the stars and
Back in again, to
The beginning.



Inhale exhale, same motions.
Perspective weaves the chaos
Controlled by you,
And it is always now.


S.A.M.

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