Universe become a black box like the individual human experience, our
Souls delimited into a control system
. Rather than each individual being a part of the whole universe, we are subjects of a control system, the environment is excluded from the cybernetic mind; becoming a resource to be exploited like human consciousness becomes an energetic mine.
M.
Texts flatten youth,
like possessions use
the classes their rulers make up.
A.
MOOnshine
Mooned by full moon, dark strikes not the bright light
Up high in stark quietness obliged
Not by the divinity of any holy ghosts spirited in wind, swiped
Pipe smoked the devil stashed tobacco, debacle beneath hide
Fleas bite the imaginative corner of totalitarian dream, might
Does not make right of fleas bite into an alligator strike
For the people, not blind
By the people, odds dined
Of the people? . . . . neigh
Find cosmic rhymes in dictatorship: a butt-kiss sick sign {-}
MarsDust
25 June 2021; 1:12pm
M.
The golden apple
is the struggle for immortality,
power and knowledge.
It is hierarchical permanence
or more precisely its
striving forth
which drives all conflict.
A.
iLL-tRANSCENDENTAL
Beauty, easy to say yet gorgeousness boundless on earth neither heard nor seen by the herd. . .
Birds flitter wings of anxiety amidst the dark clouds of perplexity, rushing home to their families for the lightening brings with it the thunderous roar moments before the downpour, no mercy at all. .
Bald mountains slowly take shapes, like monsoon green cakes, here and there we see emerald flakes, rocks of dark crimson lay awake down from the peak creek, deep not the crystal water clear albeit the top it’s near. .
Flocks of flight dotted the sky: draw lines, take shapes, rainbow curved up the eastern horizon coloring the ranges, river to the west reflects sliver though sometimes the silver-lined clouds cover the setting sun. .
Bountiful gifts of nature nurtured not by citifying but by dumbing all of us to natural state of minds blinding a bit at times.
MarsDust
12 June 2021
M.
General Strike as a State
of Mind, for
The Market is all your Life
has in store.
The World is War, all the
Time, war.
A.
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