gainsaid nadir

nadir opposite zenith

and there was the evening

running dark into dawn,

laughing off evil

on the first steps to higher ground.

stamped in the awareness of the passage of time,

look back on perfect order,

know the past is a foreign language.

ordo ab chao... saturates facts

in the oils of misperception,

give the cure a rest,

even bacteria forgets to be resistance.

coping in the measure of disorder,

temptation laughs at melancholy.

sky filling adoration or helpless dependency,

stay above this fray moving through change,

return to ultimate order at the source.

open the gate to the sky!

shout from the peak of meru,  

balancing the world on shark’s fin route

looking for pearls of war.

six degrees from violet to dead,

they have lit all the beacons

red, white, and blue, then bled!

all i can do is plant myself at the gates of hope

to bear witness and lift people up,

shout till my lungs expand in cold burn,

and all minds triumph over violence’s turn!

everyone can chose learning and reason

over ignorance and hatred.

boots shake at the point in history

where... what has happened meets... what we make of it,

here i go trafficking in words again.

just choose simple over complex,

embrace the torus of genesis,

you can never gainsaid the numbers,

the maths of the universe.

is it written in stone?

s= k log w,  measure of disorder

and coping.

without change how would we measure this illusion?

order to disorder is the natural tendency,

marching us through tragedies

where undeniable growth takes place

with patience, persistence, forward time.

perpetual help!

horsemen ride because we can’t break the spell

of prophetic belief,

the matter of coherent perceptronium,

the power of global consciousness,

perpetual war, perpetual peace!

come play into their hands,

a tinge of the cult of death in us all.

run with their wind of strength,

the bet before the aleph and the tav

blows between two worlds.

here i sit with the unmoved stones of Avebury,

remembering a volcanic sunrise

that once lifted mount meru

on the henge of axis mundi.

from the vengeful spirit’s chair,

zenith opposite nadir,

hamsa flipped the world

and there was the dawn

standing silently behind it.