Neo keeps Phyting

Neo keeps phyting
But he never wins
A young seed planted 
Stays right Where it is
It’s all A game 
of poles n holes
Seeds in Soils
And sines in souls
Aligned in Time
And Min.e.d from molds
Too loose for truth
To blindly fold 
As Neos Phyte
And  Architects build
The battleground
Where Agents Will
PreScriptZions into Being
As Oracles play at seeing
Through the Dream
Or through the Codes
As Bleeding Seams
To implode the nodes
As Neo Phytes for Trinity
Inside the Womb of Destiny 
ImPlantAtIon 
FertileEyes
Jesters Gestating
In DisGuise
Poking holes in ParaDise
ReVersing poles as sacrifice 
Alchemy of space and Time
The Lamed Smith goads the Mine
 Turning Metals into Mind……

Charleen Johnston 
6.27.2024