CONVOCATION

CONVOCATION 
By Kellie Rowley  and Zeph Daniel

 

 

They keep saying:  this is a hologram, 

it’s a hologram, it’s a hologram!”

 

You’re the imprint of a spirit riding an 

electrical wave that looks like a human

Get it? Get it?

 

Where can you get it outside this biosphere 

when the way out is the only way IN.

Church of tomorrow 

Doo be doos (sing along, sing with me)

 

Don’t let them talk you into a sideway shift, 

becoming less than what you are.

 

Don’t let them talk you into a sideways shift, 

becoming less than what you are.

 

You’re consciousness entwined in spirit.

You cannot live in a machine

They can break your brain but not that 

thing that flitters above your head.

 

High pitched noise now invades your space, 

summons the lower you to separate

But you are not cream to rise or pond to scum

You are infinite awareness with amnesia.

Little tripping from those a slipping claiming to be real

 

But no deal for the unreal

Time will tell in a steadiness, and all readiness

Claimers claim only till when

Tick tock stops like a freight train on a dime

 

Then truth comes through the chaos and 

smooths out all the bumps

In other words, take a breath and  just wait a moment.

Don’t let them talk you into a sideways shift, 

becoming less than what you are.

Church of tomorrow. 

 

Doo be doos (sing along, sing with me)