Assembly

What if it was you that

Assembled your self

Yourself

Everything that made you

And constantly does

Comes from what

Is already here

In infinite infinity

Challenging the notion

That you or anything else

Was created



Like a magician pulling

A dove out of thin air or

A rabbit out of the hat

The dove and the rabbit

By concealment

Are already there




So is everything else

Therefore, you get

What you expect by

Faith and anticipation





Like that one spermatizoa

Determined to get to the egg

Nothing assembles from scratch

Which makes you already a part

Of everything that is infinitely here




Dr. Wayne Dyer described it as

Being a microscopic dot

That has neither beginning or end

Like the universe and infinity itself



Making you the pilot of the

Autonomous anthropomorphic 

Vehicle you chose from the

Divine parental dealership




Every outcome deconstructed

Would seem to then suggest

That it came about by faith

By assembling the you, you are

On the world’s stage, done with mirrors


“All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience
Outside the gilded cage, “

“Limelight”

– Rush


“We have assembled inside,
This ancient and insane theater
To propagate our lust for life,
And flee the swarming
Wisdom of the streets.


Ooh great creator (assembler) of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.”

“Ghost Song”

– Jim Morrison