Sunday afternoon's telekinesis thesis : RE- In the TeaTime with Thoth

Silence is not the answer
to the Riddle of the Sphinx
It is the perfection
invoked by that answer
The Language of Silence
is the Flower of Life
Forty Five degrees rotation
Diamond Square interpretation
Holographic Hieroglyphic
words of gods decrypt
dance and drift
between blue lotus sips
Amanita calls
from Egyptian halls
fans of flames
As Above, So Below
like remote viewing scene
Campfires gleam patterns
In Crystal Skulls' dreams
of Finnegans Wake
rebooting again
Tales of electric mice
and mechanical men
feed on sunshine
from Golden Apples
Original eight cells division
In Merkaba meditation
Forty winks Howl Xibalba
Vampire bat looking for
the Lost Lenore
on the wrong shore
nevermore teleport door
Hammerhead consciousness
Asleep on City Park bench
Atlantis disappears plane
newspaper swims and
my writings begin
with Existential pencil
and shadows of stencil
Love is erase now
with press delete how
Right a Way to live forever
'Though I'm not clever
Born to sweet delight never
Flash lights the truth
one night of hail and sleet
Peyote alley rattles and beat
dying Nietzsche at God's feet
lonely is an eyesore internet pet
burning down calm anomaly
Rosy Cross Fire tents
Seven breaths aware
knew the hundredth
Snow Monkey
on morning dew walk
endless trip without talk
Toadstool Cult sunrise
shining in the light
of your eyes