Origami Organs

immersed in a hyperreal virtual world,

vibrating higher and higher

outside the programmable biosphere,

generation 3000 cleared plasma anomalies

in superhuman bliss.

playing voyager’s golden record

on repeat,

chasing it through the heliosphere;

oh voyager,

headed for the oort cloud,

we once thought we were right behind you.

long after the global circulation of the oceans collapsed

following that thermonuclear vacation,

double helix went underground groping for nash equilibrium.

nothing to do but concentrate on the hard problem

at least the formalism of TOE is known.

a provincial rootless cosmopolitan

sits folding paper cranes

meditating, levitating

in some very deep contemplation.

raw feel!

the pleasure axis has replaced pleasure-pain

as the engine of civilised life.

superhealthy, the degree and kind of sexuality

reaches to the acme of one’s spirit.

better than well,

who doubts if anyone could think or bid it?

how could it come about? who did it?

not men! not here!

not beneath the sun, that torch that smoulders...

till the cup runneth over, the wrath of god, which is the wrath of man.

from inner earth to interstellar space,

the destroyer of tissue

sent out a complete origami organ issue.