Forefathers

Wow

what wonder!

The world is full of 

holes,

so many to stick my head in

to catch raindrops on my lips,

to lick them up

tasting refreshment

a testament to god

So clean!

So pure!

So fullfilling

So righteous 

I can tell good things are coming

the inspiration no longer comes from my fingers 

but elsewhere 

in a real of my mind

where all the old egos rejoice 

in there coming out party

Some are displeased

they were taught by my grandfathers

to make money 

and rules for children that aren't mine

to gestate 

in a fat vat

of neurons

firing here 

and there

enlightening 

what once was a dark night

cloaked with ignoramus ignorance

that I cant ignore until it decides to be ignored…