A poem for the poet
That time has come
When time moves on
Emits a brave kreator
Emits a bold narrator
Ov magics and journeys
Of loved ones now gone
The Trip… is just beginning
Just drifting
Shifting shapes
Get a new suitcase
Travel in style
All of this is possible
All of the time
Let’s never forget
The Messenger
The Message
The Process
Thee Temple
Intricate details
Intuitive twists
Curved hand
Crooked smile
Baba Mago Supreme
Calling on the spirits
To become who you are
With Sacred Intent
Undoubtedly: His name was master
Undoubtedly: Her name was master
What a blessed honor
To move on
In your mischievous company
Loyalty Does Not End With Death
You cut it up so well
“Scissors and glue, scissors and glue…”
Your sparkling super nova express
Still shines… somewhere…
And here… And now…
“In the thee morning after thee night
I fall in love with thee light”
“First I.T was
Then I.T. knew it was
And that was I.T.”
Carl Abrahamsson, March 14, 2020
