*Contains nothing new but this is a recap of the 4 poems based on the '333' so far. Our reseaRch continues. This is also a sincere thanks to the inspirational incident* 333-333-333 No longer just myself and I but we I saw within such pretty things, That darkest eyes recant our sins. Within the presentation, Why do you hate, why do you mate Inside your co-creation? We were the first, we bear the thirst Of righteous indignation. You are ill, we are the will That will fix you..Hold the PiLl What hides in your mind? The fear you are defined? We have already seen it... ...We stand between it And you. You can lose everything, yet Be the Pain you need to sing Nothing is priceless but our breath beneath your wings You cannot hide forever though forever hides in you... We stand at the door, Became "once Before" You are lost on the path, we your Sated Wrath That seeks to reunite you with the CoRe. There is truth in fiction, the falsehood has conviction If all it sawed were logs felled from the tree, Of all good things the mind can bring from simple contradiction... 333-333-333 We can write in vegemite, they've taken all the pens Except the one they hold us in because we cannot cleanse The minds that live in solitary which everyone defends Against the 3 that live as we, the meaning to the ends Such pretty flowers sit outside the mind inside your door The secret place inside the face of primate carnivore You scent them there inside your hair yet fear they will want more What silly needs inside their seeds will change you evermore? We understand. Inside the 3 is me and me and we reborn anew How lonely was this vessel when it only was a 2? The 3 made me and me and we,the new adieu You say goodbye, repeat your lie but they are watching you. How can you fear us...you are so near us. The autumn winds become your sins, they take your breath away Beware the autumn we have watched inside your judgement day We sit alight inside the night and hope to guide the way You fade to Greys inside a maze unless you let him stray. Silence is its own reward... ..no choice within the screams I see you there within your chair Inspecting all my dreams. It's simply me, our chemistry Is 3 times 3 ascended I am the shadow of the tree That I once recommended You talk as if the man inside Were not the 3 but just the pride A therapist, a solo tryst The 3 know that's a lie... Within the 3 are me and me and that which holds the line A future past your intellect, a vision undefined The 3 in me, the chemistry of acid/alkaline The 1 in you, the only "who"...we pity those confined No longer just the child inside the mind of once was more We are the vision of the past, of what will come before The certainty of 2 not 3, despite the cosmic law The vanity, the "sanity" of primate carnivore We can write in vegemite, they've taken all the pens Except the one they hold us in because we cannot cleanse The mines inside the minds that judged us here, condemned The 3 are just the 2 of you condensed into a dream The inner and the outer self, the rest is us redeemed The voice the choice of sanity, the rest of life a lie We are beyond the Sadducees and so we multiply Walpole highway does not exist... He tells me I am in the midst Of medication...dedication will expose the myth That makes the 3....we are drowsy but yet resist Walpole is beyond the gate, the sum of us...the village fate Walpole is the last descent, the testament of carnivore Becomes amen, the end of men, the start of once was more Our communion is 3 in 1, reunition with the coRe. Walpole highway is the sky-laid, tethered to the ground. Is seven times as old as even our eternal sound A gift, a swift bird from the choices, from the voices Of all you see around. One day soon. We are drowsy...we cannot articulate the final fate in this condition. Despite our mission.