C.R.F.W

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[Colin Ward poem reading] Expansion of awareness Or Gaia's breast Or possibilities with love and technology Grandmother spider we could pick up Weaving the divine web Fools think that grandma spider is trying to eat them But they struggle from fear Consider how dark it gets before dawn Weaves all day, left us alone during the night She's about to wake up again We are awake, drinking crisp dew for breakfast And ready to weave the web denser This web has no circumference It's stardust, trees, oceans, and computers I am not me, but the source living itself out through me My identity, whirlwind, ideas confused and never solid Spinning, slow motion, is completely dissolved I am a vessel I have been an infinite number of people The areas I dream of are fountains, floating screens, busted metals, flowers, little floating pixie pots, like fireflies in the tree branches Aiding photosynthesis Or having consciousness like birds to sing to one another Nature's new masterpiece A constant animatronic orchestra New robot creatures and anything in our imagination getting fused and folded inside out Is my imagination mine? Would I like it to be private? If my imagination was a private matter, aside from Mother Nature, how could she and I ever collaborate on actualizing our dreams? Fur, mana, fruits, touch, floating, dance, blood, body art, water, fish, salts, smoke, telepathy, funky maypole parties, wine, sex Freedom to play with an always wet ocean of lust for experimentation with sound or object Bringing up kids as supernatural man-apes Pure and free from culture and history Intelligent apes form, this time around, their music, dance, science, and spirit, will take them into space History is dead In my me, I have we I am the present moment The thousands of years in my blood Sage, traveler, mage, performer, stamina up, a gypsy frog spirit guide, gliding along cars and hovering around streetlights Party like a freaky thing and get bored by the hermit in me who'd rest with a goose down pillow rather than tear it up just for a feather rain Jello-lone melancholy and drunk on dreams, kissing, the perfect music, as they fuck the party Live out the whole color spectrum The cosmic mood ring Who is the least bit open to mystery Nature will give you clues if you are brave We have seen the birth of the god and everyone Out of pure self love, no vanity Computers and transports Love is a silky and breezy thread Love is a silky and breezy thread And is not human centered Love is the center Communications, growth, and love are the fuel for the web to get more complex every time the moment goes by If you watch, it is always different Death is not violent If you ask the leaf on a tree in autumn if it is scared to fall off the branch It will say, "I have given all I am to the tree And I am tired, and I'll float on down now" Imagine the way a breeze feels against your leaf body While you finally don't have to hold on anymore [Instrumental]