A Psychedelic Marching Band Of A Thousand Peacocks Part Dos Poem by Goocolbe Questioni

From this new Awareness grows Curiosity. Out of Curiosity grows Determination. From Determination sprouts a Motivation to again recognize the engineering, architecture, and materials he had understood and mastered to create his alienating abode.

As he becomes more Aware and familiar with the tricks of his own trade, a Confidence takes root once again. From Confidence flowers a Faith that this Storm, this World, can not and will not be his inevitable end.

From this Faith, Resolve is pollinated.

The Ember heats one on its left and to its right. On the top and on the bottom.

A faithful, inarguable Resolve to exact the original emanating cesspool in which the omnipresent dreariness spawns.

He embarks immediately upon realization of this Resolve and quickly finds a measure of comfort in knowing that no other task is as vital as this.

After an apparent eternity of literal and proverbial bushwacking and trailblazing, he comes to a clearing in the middle of the Great Forest.

At the center of the Meadow in the middle of the Great Forest he sees a kiddie-pool sized hole in the ground.

He approaches the mysterious hole with regard and hesitation but is immediately taken back by its contents: