"...one step beyond..."

photo ‘Constellation Matrix (Lucus Feronia)’ by Nicholas Kahn & Richard Selesnick ©

Brigid and the incendiaries, build houses in liquid time

the sky is ancillary

to my needs

it is only

a call center blues

a lonely midnight

I crane my neck

and look upwards

my serial identity number

is inside the quantification

of the pierced black velvet

I open and close perspectives

depending on the weather

I want to feel infinity

in the dead light of stars

dusty neutrinos falling

through my face

like the grinding

of a cold sea salt snow

in mid Winter January

calling for attention

when the dark gets to you

go fetch the wood

the pull string Sun

is a close enough exit

bring yourself home again

our name is written

where never can be erased

we hail Madonna relief

the build of arid days

and choking haze

has us progressed

enough to spend millions

on waste water treatment facilities

only to learn, its potability

has back doors

120 degree angles

and variants

with larger atom idolization

of efficiency in the bent

molecular geometries

that hides all 

our heavens and hells

for the most part

we were always amazed

at the asymmetrical beauty

of this rationale and ratio

the tides and the rain

the simplicity of clocks

the carve of gravity

at first the changes

were imperceptible

our creeping gadget-ization

you could not see anything awry

based on the speed of orbit

and its tethering to two

dimensional calendrical time

but slowly, archetypal

hippy non mechanicals

began to die earlier

and earlier than

we thought

they should with

too many smiles

on their faces

perhaps, we thought

most people now lived longer

when wired for sensory reception

and welcoming technology in further

perhaps, we are depending more

and more on pure electricity

and perhaps we just never realized

that water could have sub atomic

mutagenic entities, lying in wait

dormant until certain trigger power needs

were met, based on an immortal

just-in-case-of-emergency-break-glass

survival mechanism being breached

we had long ago crossed paired electron chains

and began to evolve into a bio mechanical sustainability

we are detached from emotional rescue

wild chances and hindrances of lotteries

are who we are now, possibility

and interpretation is what we are dissected for

to a future so far away not many of us

could possibly imagine it, let alone see

ourselves as we are now inside that vision

this is not to say that I view the current world

as hopeless per se , but rather that this world

is at a milliard-spun-velocities doorway vortex

and we captain an appalling lack of direction

a completely misunderstood cartographic knowledge

done with eyes and smiles silent, ignorant and seduced

the sense of smell paid off in whale spleen and beet pollen

language has become known as a prop for marketeers

no one is paid attention to if they are speaking these days

and it is this lack of direction, that is the only luxury we have left

it is a blind thirst for water

with our ever increasing needs

to bleed electrical power from it

that races us to consume everything first

we have become as heavy as heavy can be

we are mules almost, for genetic destiny

carrying sponges across rivers, lakes and oceans

we live, drag pulse to drag pulse

we are Lot’s wife

we are a looking back instinct

is there more, another door

can I get to it, can I have it

where the emperor was nude

we are becoming stark raving mad

wondering why we have to pee to drink

obsessed with making doors

instead of more skylight windows

so we can see where the rain went

EJR ©