Pollination Paradox (Part one)

No black or white, colored, straight, all shall mix, cohabitulate Crossed and fixed within a sea of blessed, entertained profane Sacred laws broken, almost prisoners of the mind and body No jails can contend with enlightened souls that choose to cross imaginary lines, taken not sold Free will to choose what shall and what shall become, for their kingdom is the light inside a globe within Not seen but felt in a thousand generations of plants and rocks and stars and meteorites Imagine a union without carnality Causality, dark matter or frantic geometry, the circle of fifths Color theory and isosceles, an isotope of a new language Pragmatic idealism, floating, drifting, hope, joy, freedom in a land of copycat evangelicals Living in an imagined hell, text is natural murder, natural hate, natural unnatural No dada, only mama, in the beginning be dead again, driving the road to awe Academia cannot endorse profound genius, it can only later mimic its magic reflection