Monad

Monad

A Poem by Apparition
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I am a nomad

drifter, stand alone and give birth to existence

I am a lone fad

I've grown many a flower, I give them energy and power

never a tentative hour

I am the flows path

The throwback, antiquated animated  animal and plant

every granual of sand

I am the most fertile

with infinite potential, I am the lone circle

primodial emerging from the earth

the very thing that I gave birth too

Some would call my life a curse

I would call all life a blessing

If you count them I'm the first

of all the ones I'll be addressing

Im the snake who chases tail

Infinte progression and regression

 

I'm the monad

Yo mama and yo dad

Been number one since way way back

I'm the monad

I came before the seed

which gave birth to the flower

which gave birth to the sea

I'm the monad

 

You may hear these words

and tell me to keep my ego checked

but if you read between the lines

you'll see the message in the nest

I'm the number one, literally

right before two,and after zero

the greeks called me monad

thought me to be a hero

Some have called me god,

the thought that god is man is fraud

I am the principality of oneness and love

I am the principal, invincible, never wither always whimsical

timeless I am biblical, both meta and truly physical

I take up the least space yet produce the most

From coast to coast I boast to be the origin of flow

If you doubt my clout, then look it up

If you want some wholeness, I'll hook it up

I am one love, the wheel in the sky up above

If your feeling the vibes in your blood

It's because I exist within

Resist the fix, sin twists crimps and rips

I mend bend the medicine mens mental

instrument of choice, pen and voice

Keep it simple full of poise

Count to nine, amd then I'm back

in the divine, and thats a fact

numero uno jack

I'm the monad

 

 

 

 

 

© 2013 Apparition


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Apparition
Apparition

five thousand two hundred and eighty away from waves



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