Ta-Pe's Tale Of The Tape
by Akhemu-Seku through Usekhu
the hiders and the seekers
become the planters, the reapers
what's buried is entrusted to new keepers
inner becomes outer
north becomes south
all that's lost in space
in time will be found out
stars are packed with life and tell all tales
of planners who are tiny squeakers
motions connected become loud speakers
when bear's tail points to fish's mouth
windpower washing removes crud and grout
loosening confidence and doubt
revealed manifest's truth of what's hidden
no matter the context spinning wheels are given
causing something, affects something
effectively causes chained reaction bumping
between the dead and the living
time and space has no divisions
only intersection zones between states
where diffusion occurs between gives and takes
too many decisions by fashion, form and shape
are taking place to avoid everything that circulates
or for one of anything to guide all fates
or create a safe space behind what humans make
that insulates us from even one of seven potentates
everything at rest sooner or later awakes
a new heaven and hell jailed, breaks
no matter what we do or say
by heaven and earth all things are driven
this Ta and Pe need not be obeyed
as long as we are not in their ways
as seekers or hiders
mis-timers or improper dividers
firmly united to weak logic of misguiders
how many Gods do we trust as providers
which ones stand and fall together
but can't do a damn thing about currently changing weather
certainly we are lost in space per the tale of the tape
not yet disgusted enough though the sky is falling
as meteors and asteroids are converging to overtake
thinking and behavior are working together as colliders
stars are the facts of life and tell all tales
before anything succeeds or fails
or waters change shapes
