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.
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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.
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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!
