Kyber Nation

There was cataclysm.
Fear of going up
            in flames all along
The information highway flooded,
            where Gutenberg like Oannes
                        fashioned our minds
            out of pulp
Like space.
It wasn’t real, but what
            really was reality? A gate
                        keeping core of science
            priests have always been eager to tell us
What exactly.
How many leagues before one reaches
            ultimate Thule?
All revolutions end in tyranny when
            one enlightened crew exerts
Complete control over the lodestar,
            and Democracy becomes
                        a fully automated internet
            algorithm,
An egregore.

Hypostatized desiring machines
            we constructed
Our lives in an aquarium
            out of obsessive need
To be perceived,
            gravitating toward those
Most heavily invested in
            images for the sake
Of convenience; bought
            into the cycle of money
                        is debt
Is time
            is a perpetual hedge maze
                        of servitude
            or flows into capital,
A five-pointed star
            inverted that circumscribes the globe,
                        subjugating in unicursal designs
            East to West,
                        and South to North.

                                    ii

The charlatan is in a sense a practitioner
            of the black arts.
The propagandist
            like a sorcerer weaves
                        a spell of disinformation,
And when this has become
            a permanent fixture of institutionalized
                        state power,
Culminating in an all out assault
            on meaning itself,
This element of design roots out conspiracies
            to reveal conspiracies of purposeful behavior!

Indeed a key value of the human mind
            is that element of design,
And where else is the logic
            of a rhyme, but in
The happenstance of thought?
            After all what is
The difference between prose & poetry?
The privileging of facts
            over imagination
May lead to progress,
            but just as soon
                        may turn
Reactionary. Can no one imagine
            a better world
                        than this? Or
            have we been so taken
                        by the sin of prejudice,
Invested in a heretofore unparalleled
            warmongering civilization?
                        Maybe we find the
Greater metaphysical offense
            is actually the profound impiety
                        of disobedience
            rather than conscious
Ignorance of vast injustice.

The ecumene,
            a matrix of value
Draws and quarters
            by projection
Like a divining rod,
            one that I reckon
                        functions best
            where held in common.
The archetypal world of a global shaman
            indigenous to every human
                        context provides
            a plurality of meanings;
                        a pleroma within which
            all may throw it around and play,
And see through the inner eye
            it shatter at last
                        the lenses dictating
            the totalitarian cinema
Of postmodern life.

To know
            the power which lies
                        at the heart
            of all movements
                        & meaning isn’t
            prescribed or
                        predetermined
But a domain of your own.

                                    iii

But when every single one of us
            is capable of becoming
A soothsayer of biblical proportions
            at this historical juncture,
It’s time to wake up!