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