The Holy No. 13
By nhamo
“THE HOLY NUMBER 13”Through meditation I get to rideThe twine of time and surf the Milky Way spineMy brain wave mathematics is over populatedWhat’s the deal here?Grab a chair, meditate and listen…. I was born in a smoke filled roomThe mid-wife said I was a baby of doomThe spoon in my mouthWas filled with dewy drops from Jupiter’s third moonMy first cry echoed at high noonThe earth shook, the stars took flightThe whole city was plunged into dreadful frightScientists and Biochemists scribbled on papesThe 13th disciple was upon this earth slateAt a phenomenon rateToday I dwell in an Islamic templeSurrounded by body guards from the ArchangelMy body glows gold, my eyes stone coldI meditate on straw matsAnd pass time reading the Koran at a slow paceEvery night the stars of JudahStream Bio-Chip data into my brainData logged, my thoughts get scatteredMy memory box is shatteredMy only outlet is to meditateAnd ride the twine of timeTill dark space begin to shineexperimenting with word and fantasy Written May 3rd, 2000 © on Nov 27 2001 12:01 AM PST 0 • 13
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"“THE HOLY NUMBER 13”Through meditation I get to rideThe twine of time and surf the Milky Way spineMy brain wave mathematics is over populatedWhat’s the deal here?Grab a chair, meditate and listen…. I was born in a smoke filled roomThe mid-wife said I was a baby of doomThe spoon in my mouthWas filled with dewy drops from Jupiter’s third moonMy first cry echoed at high noonThe earth shook, the stars took flightThe whole city was plunged into dreadful frightScientists and Biochemists scribbled on papesThe 13th disciple was upon this earth slateAt a phenomenon rateToday I dwell in an Islamic templeSurrounded by body guards from the ArchangelMy body glows gold, my eyes stone coldI meditate on straw matsAnd pass time reading the Koran at a slow paceEvery night the stars of JudahStream Bio-Chip data into my brainData logged, my thoughts get scatteredMy memory box is shatteredMy only outlet is to meditateAnd ride the twine of timeTill dark space begin to shineexperimenting with word and fantasy..."