116 - Wormwhole

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Space Prime’s
Godland:
Space time’s
Not that:
Chased by
Clocks as
Graves find
Plots hatched..

Space time’s
Not fast:
Need to
Speed up
People’s
Need with
Space time
Fallbacks:

Great Lie
Broadcasts:
These are wormholes
Made by
Wrong facts
Seen or heard so

Faith might
Fall back
Needin turbos:
Great minds
Shop vacs:
People learn slow:

They might
Not grant
Freedom’s furlough:
Space time
Crawls as
Feet on dirt roads..

Great Lies
Hop past
Teepeed yurts so
Flames might
False flag
Peaceful earth folk..

Space time’s
Not fast:
Greed converts those
Great Lies
Bought as
Speed thru wormholes..

Space is mind
And time is lies
As faces bind
The mind with eyes..

Time is slow
Cuz lies are slow
Cuz minds are slow
From time to know..

To move thru space, it’s
Useful makin
Rude awakened
Dupes a spaceship..

What’s the spaceship?
Just a society’s
Trust in greatness:
Just insobriety’s

Fear of loss too:
There’s where plots move:
“There, there, we got you!”
There’s where they got you

On board
Off course:
Freedom falls: Vernal
Talk warps
Soft cores:
Equinox is verbal..

Shocks for
Top drawers:
Even odder third tho:
All fours:
Mops floored
Speedy sprocket servos..

Wormholes accelerate
Work slowed, forever late
Dirt roads in cellar space:
Wormholes are stellar gates..

Rather than a gradual
Or incremental change
It’s rapid as an animal
Or infant when in pain..

Wormholes are sudden..
A black hole’s the button:
First goes the function
Of facts no one trusts in

Sure tho.. of somethin
But that’s only.. nothin..
First goal, “They’ll run it!”
But pass, so you’re sucked in..

Wormholes are tunnels:
A black hole’s the funnel..
A wormhole‘s the public:
A black hole’s the pundits..

A black hole event
With wormhole solution:
Last hope pretense
That turns cold to fusion:

That’s so the stench
Of burnt soul confusion
Can’t fully vent
The herb smoke‘s delusion:

Lie-fears
Or “light years” :
Space time’s
Grapevine:
Minds their
Vines where
Aged wine
Takes time:

Time to conclude and
Divine from illusion
Lies might be stupid:
Time might disprove them..

(No sh-t)
So this
Calls for a wormhole:
Blow this
Old sh-t
Off for infernos..

Quicker to change:
The triggers, or brains?
How many light years
Now, in this ride share?

Wormholes leave no
Space for thought time
Ergo: Speed’s no
Pace your thought drives:

Bent in space time
When the space minds
Entertain flies
Then escapes time..

Fear to here
Moves here to there:
If there in years
Thru fear it’s near:

If fear of there
Is here - it’s years..
But fear of here
Is there - it’s near:

Light year:
Space time..
Lie-fear:
Space mind..
Lies blur
Space Prime..
Might fear
Gate time?

Nope
But the hope
Is a gate
Thru your faith:
Choked
From a hoax
And it’s gait
Thru your space..

Hoaxmen of apocalypse:
Four? Five?
Who gives a sh-t?
Floatin with a rocket’s sick
Warped drive
To spin, adrift..

Physics is “theoretical”
And physical’s heretical..
When it’s more
A metaphor
Listen: Hear what’s said below..

Dragon, and a serpent:
That is what a “worm” is..
Nasty little vermin:
Capture it and burn it..

The “hole” is in your head:
A wormhole’s a serpent lie..
“Oh, but they’ll forget:
They learn slow when certain: Pride’s

Full of it - or dread..”
The worm, whole: Averse to time
Slowin in your head
If worm, whole, is circumcised..