Greetings, My inQuisitive Imagineers,
My So-journers and Spirit-ed Volunteers,
Consciousness, (and Less), Pioneers.
I am being sincere and,
though it may be unclear,
(and seemingly quite queer)
That I herald a message most severe,
no mere veneer,
but the Austere Premier of Idears!
So listen Closely with those rabbit ears
and Try to Listen close enough to Hear.
It is no joke that with-in you lies
A thousand million Rainbow ties,
Your immaculate,Invincible virgin Mind,
strung to Every particle, from here to the
End of Time!
And listen closely I implore,
for I feel you’ll like what I have in store;
The trick to it, you see,
(and I’m sure you’ll agree)
Is to pluck These Strings and
make them Sing
A song you want to Hear!
And no longer hold old Reliances
upon the familiar laws of physical sciences,
but rather Unleash
this unreplicated Pastiche
and let the molecules
to strum and spin (even draw
a bow across them, like some atomic violin)
And follow the strings
and The deeper you go in,
Encased in a Helix of lines,
Learn to read the rhymes and designs
and become redefined in kind
Until you’ve reached the Imaginarium,
A limitless Inter-Galactic planetarium
Such a Theatre as cannot be Found
Unless you make it right here
Rise out of the ground!
And You, my sweetling,
Are a Cosmic Conducter
of the percussion of a Supernovic Rupture!
And you are the Instructor who sings
and pulls upon the Threads of reality
Beyond the Euphoria of Sexuality,
Waving Hands to Orchestrate
as the Strings
of the Universe Reverberate
To the Music of the Nebula’s you Manipulate!
Let the instrumental stardust of Ecstasy
Set you Free
Imagineers, Grab a Wand
And make all that you see
What you want it to Be.