look at the finale
like something the raven staged, the
cyclic folding of the birds and
the second season of our forgetting,
successions of warm reptilian summers
and exposed machine
metal grooves
hey, listen to that
hi-wire astral applause
rotations of a head blade of sound
five points of life, tetrahedron of light
the sun is an unbridled reflection
and we must explode the angles that
cage our perception
electric eggshell
burlap star
a single lamp lights the way
where do we go
how do we live
whadda we know
(the eye travels first)
back to the moment when the i is lost
an eye that is lost to history
and reclaims itself in its own shadow
ride the sky don’t ask why, friend,
fixed and flexed, we halt the
hindquarters of our tongues
before the dead letter r, ripple of a
machine key
helium pool
groping like a blind
fish on the horizon
half-awake and with a
map full of madness, we
chase the haze of
the skipping stones of history
alphabets of eternities that
seethe like reflecting
cauldrons at our fingertips
a backbone of water
buried in a garden of
flesh frozen and
matter cooled
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The entire piece is wonderful, that last stanza brilliant.
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Thank you for the wonderful compliment! 🙂
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A slice of heavy metal ripple 🛠️
wrapped in a paradise enigma 😎
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the paradise we see
trapped in a machine key 🖥
dead letters of speech and sight
hard-wired into mad fantasies of flight ✨☁️
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Condemned to be
the spirits set free
in the fish bowl machine 🔮
for all of cyber eternity
May the moving hand
not land on the erase key 🙏
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