NASA, making its rings…

Nasa.. of now and befores… clever crafts, wizards crafting… emblems anew, don’t dim view.. veil as you please, tricksters at their deeds… your signature now, a globe containing an orbit.. with a tuning fork played upon it… pan wider… not just orbits, the tuner penetrates the globe containing all… masters, unbeknownst slaves…

What of the orbits being tuned, by your hand… and to what degree, is this orbit tilted, on your emblem… appears 33, to me… just a view from this carpenter’s eye, from another orbit… Giza’s calling a similar number…. head your quarters, in your tails,, 38 degrees, get serious now… be as discreet as you may be.. i’m no mathematician… no steps, when observing… don’t mention alexandrine coordinates of conquer… r u Sirius (are you serious), commandant…. leading others (in)March… playing hitlers of old and new… swastika, wheels within wheels… master race… not this again… Nassau.. german aristocracy.. focuses now.. 50 degree coordinate, as one in Bahamas’s.. surely, you jest… king of the romans, this family tree.. must not be.. blast off, head home, continued controls of past in a softer shell.. enemies of Americans in the past, the jesters play on… inside now, looking out..

Looking in, funny, really, as good jesters play… Nassau, of another.. gifted to the queen.. can’t make this stuff up.. so, who do you represent, wizards of trades, people’s, countries, lives in your steps to get away… play on, masses never look within… your other emblems further profess, Lions, mouths and claws wide-open, hungry for more… as your path paved by the Others, the guinea pigs pay the price… money’s and lives, another step… was it a sacrifice.. oh well, your willing to pay… to play… continue spinning webs, consequences paved in your wake… another jest, poked in farther.. in your (un)awakened state, aryan (Orion)…

Tuners of globes, worlds, universe and realities… keep squaring the circles, geniuses sleeping with predators… executive branch of the government you say.. glad you’re on our side.. as you make the believer appear… so you don’t work for us, rather the instructor in-charge.. veils lifting now… these wizards, of calculations, orbits, projectiles mathed to within degrees to the millions.. but cannot add dollars and sense… such a genius, not on a budget.. areas of unknown, spouts this serpent… little ones need not question the path.. they’ll send us pictures…

Jest on… all within the royal court remain amused.. carnivals for peasants, rolled out keeping wheels greased… so many to go with you, along for the ride… hopes and dreams of their own… may we soon expect a splatter, or a crush… consciousness of the many, mixed within your few… passengers on rockets, traveling different realities within each of their spaces.. along for rides of their lives, theirs, now yours… isn’t that the way in which you web your weaves… old, or new, keep ’em coming… but we stopped laughing at such fools long ago… and crying out to the ones amongst us, on the outside of your temples…

2 thoughts on “NASA, making its rings…

  1. You are truly a blessing my friend and you have a way with words like no other. I am truly blessed to call you my friend. You are an inspiration for me as well, so let’s keep inspiring each other.

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