Peace With the No

Once deadened and planetary,
bound to grounded eternal halts
by the flailing ball and chain sat screaming
without reason or reconcile for my
consideration. Damn you with me
if it suits and engages, and as you're
distracted I'll sow
an interplanetary myth in
my name and vane, like
some sister witch with plans for
all sorts of portals and protocols.
For later use, or exploitation; a mine
rich in a theoretical space which we
will roll in like hedonist kings,
lost in endless ozone, gorged
on pointless deference and
that which we feel entitled to.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am the Kwisatz Haderach.

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