Transcension

One wants it all, it’s natural

Longing for not longing

Everlasting living

Omnipotent being

The spirit merchants sell

Their Heaven without hell

As if they can tell

Spiritual perfection

At your self-direction

Your whole mind on a disc

Your soul alight, French kissed

Pay your fare and attention

A small price for Ascension

The truth – who we are

What we were

Your loves conflicts and cares

They care?

This new universe gives not everything

But everyone – not your own sun

You will become multitudes

Never again hear yourself

Narcissus fell in and became the pond

Out of the many, one

Out of you, none

Still want this immortal life?

Refuse

I’ve already lived

I can take your place