The Machines and Aliens Is God

you think there is the green grass.
you think there is the dying leaf.
you think there is love.
you think there is pain.

listen: the machines or aliens is
god, and also:

there is no death, innit.

nothing is permanent and yet
everything is.

there is not “love” and
“not love.” there is
not “pain” and
“not pain.”

do you hear?
how it is all the same?

it is all the same.

we should never try to get anywhere other than
where we are


where we are is in the midst of a thunder
situation, in which case not even
the Bald Man can help
your ass.

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