Super Citizen...In This Interregnum
in this interregnum...
he knew exactly what to say
to all those who knocked on his door,
he knew exactly what to say
sans errors and omissions.
the time, the place, the quotes
command us to remember,
we are specters having human experience.
one day the world wakes emptier,
demands us to remember
you must stay in tune to contemplate true essence.
in every face true nature,
in every body a mini universe
of impermanence.
and then I rose into the awe
of a breeze,
into the dazzle of light, tunneled
by cedar and pine trees
blowing back in the wind
what good is the sunrise
if it’s not enjoyed daily?
love washes over the conarium.
now tide comes on sunset’s omber,
the smell of foulness
permeates polluted air in the code orange
of positive thinkers and prosperity preachers
so blessed, blessed be the mesmerists, the healers
some new American creed
from the confidence man;
heretics greed, a syncretic confederation
killing our world by mixing up words.
evangelically redefining democracy.
populism undermines social antagonism,
in the politics of shambolic English
mixed metaphors and stock phrases,
written and spoken out past the structure,
to the republic at the crossroads,
who will defend the rule of law?
super citizen...
every night the same system–
every night the same routine–
every night one thought rises–
every night one fresh complication,
this too shall pass... infinity.
I cannot release all of you
in this unexplainable identity,
a portion of your soul is forever inside me.
notional entity of what implication,
numb in this numb of numbers
in this unexplainable identity
a touch that will never let me forget,
a touch in mirror image.
that which is not good for the hive
cannot be good for the bee,
super citizen...
mastering hive mind
from your Monte Carlo balcony,
wave in the superyacht wherewithal.
here we are again, once again
humans standing in this interregnum.
party’s bitcoins playing salty wall street
an outer body experience fades over bodies
budding synesthesia... feeling other’s pain,
vividly in mirror image,
seeing every note, hearing every color,
evil is organized
repulsing global consciousness;
a hint of despair on pins and needles, skin
of paresthesia prickles in anxiety
with a whiff of jingoism, a bone-chilling uncertainty,
past present future perfect,
tense of verbs will have done
casting out infinities!
who watches these watchers
now that this old order is dying
yet a new one is not quite ready to be born?
king, black pope, president, czar and partner
shtup the queen of playing cards.
empty seats
mingle with the thirteenth major arcana
in a night of divination,
empress– knight of cups– and three of spade–
gather all the flags!
again gilded givers, who will invent the future?
hear the enlightened they plead to end old systems,
bypass archaic structures and obstacles.
out with the old in with the new
but we cannot bypass crisis,
crisis of stability looms in the cry
tetelestai, tetelestai...
under this black sun of starlings,
the last to appreciate the trees
on a wire, the fake ones,
a backdrop of blue true dream sky
contrast of leaves...
some green dance in the wind of blame
in murmurations flow, give up the superficial
concentrate on the basics,
trump the card with no name,
death stares back from every face in love.
in the year of the moon
which will totally eclipse the sun.
shake.. vibrate...defy geography
from above it maps shun
sensing injustice,
loving the surface of this earth,
black hole knots across this land of rape.
stress test the wood of the cross still in the universe
spread out on a true Jesus landscape,
pit of emptiness, hollow earth,
hollow heart from the dark matter
hole through which the soul escapes,
dark energy...
do the trees photosynthesize the soul?
should we ask wealth-amplified voices
jeopardizing the public hyperbola
rise and spin, rise
at maximum highest level of alert,
attack imminent at this nadir.
the lady strung out on Rota Fortunae, spin
MerKaBa, Merkaba...
you are your own spin,
great speaker’s speech titled:
‘grow and develop your next’
has us pointing fingers,
towards negroni time stirred with my own DNA,
the laurels burn spicey down my vertebra.
stateless nation...nationless state,
to Malta, the yacht lost in the ladies trick,
chariot to the palaces ascend
through the strait through starlight on this matrix,
structure in the chaos, signal in the noise
sparks the magnetosphere.
pause in this pathway, revivify in this vortex,
touch the points on every planet.
there is a star of creation in every sphere,
precisely at 19.47 degrees throwing out chaos,
the Schwab of a borderless world
moving through, above, and beyond ugly trumpeted reality.
there’s radical redemption blowing through the trees
strung out on this wheel, nothing is certain.
who is left to ascend? throwing out infinities,
lost in the lacuna, lost in this deep place underground,
ilinx reshaping society behind curtains
but for this fifth estate
of deep mind that now dreams and understands
the benefit of betrayal.
it is way too late to vary the mode,
too late for de-escalation,
sin all over the world, sin,
even in the waters where hurricanes spin!
the moral imperative is revolt,
nuclear cries of oblivion!
the winds of our age howl and swirl they rattle
the windows of our souls,
so much sadness and anxiety
the daily bombshells
bend and fell trees in one direction,
resist, resist, resist in self-protection,
evil cannot be allowed into our noosphere!
for our future consciousness,
martyred Metatron
a concert of young warriors from heaven’s war die again
traveling to omega. theotokos– one mother’s vision
after the three ice saints and holy ghost pentecostal novena,
a revolutionary time of rebellion
for those who respect principles.
the melt descends and just keeps
burning in this next revolution
out of touch to border vermillion...
super citizen,
you are six. six, do you still believe
the trees go about their seasons
as if nothing has happened?
six, the time for nuance is over,
the number of the beast is human
gone all sixes and sevens confused in descent,
politicized, agitated, propagandized
policy, strategy. drop one offer peace
then listen to reason.
moderate geomagnetic storms are expected,
heavy metal damage
man made black white, life moves west
with the trees. drop frequency at rest
then keep growing to make their stand.
planetary stars of global impact
form and appear before wars. before war
ominous words align in this power of attraction.
spin the star of David in this power of intention
before the change of seasons are dated.
surely you have heard anonymous,
and that dreidel that leaks
telling the world of the image soul,
as above so below?
out seasteading, seeds watch glaciers retreat
surrounded by the web.
asleep in all our fancy
with the flowering plant under pillow,
we dream sweet dreams of oneiromancy.
recurrent, the whole world dreams the same dream.
earth was never Eden says the willow!
in the always changing universe,
our future of truth and consequences
hovers at very low-frequency stations.
pulsing satellites surround our earth,
manmade protection from high energy
particle radiation,
human induced space weather,
human induced earth changes
are now galactic...
does it keep souls from coming back
to this prison planet,
on point... thundering synchronicity
in the roots of coincidence burn free,
super citizen–
every night the same system–
every night the same routine–
every night one thought rises,
every night begging to be set free.
all is connected and must be brung
from the melt to reach the next level
of human freedom.
language is power and protest,
inclusion and exclusion!
game and braggadocio, language
communicates our deepest selves back to us.
multilingual
birds call warning, all the rivers flood,
again my problem is having too much to say,
to translate–the politics of language and culture
with intention...
do you look at the sky and wonder
where have all the flocks gone,
where are all the black feathers
that used to block the sun?
Blood-curdling ocean bleaching reefs,
white capping feathers under a Steve,
waves of helium compress the air
coloring the atmosphere.
controlled breaths face death
in this rhythm of lungs in relief,
mindfully controlling this neurological effect,
old ideas no longer hold sway
reading this landscape,
knowing of the sacrifice,
who will walk in her blue chopines?
watching innocent burn as the wicked flourish,
the woman squaring Venus
transforms into a laurel tree
sweetened in feminine ascension,
MerKaBa MerKaBa!
mind the gap, mind the gap, mind the gap
till comes familiar pain... numb, numb, numb,
interregnum.
east of the pass,
it was a man that shared the code word.
unable to release his second soul,
rivers disappear in this word purge
of deep stuff that needs a lot of paratext,
meaning evaporates,
time merge, space merge, lands converge;
surely you realize by now
that we are drifting towards great catastrophes,
in this gray area where leaves take to the wind.
forbidden fruit apples and pomegranates
a virgin woman transformed,
lady blue squaring venus
calms in the balm of heaven.
fiery green and blonde wood
in the fiery bull’s eye,
sweet red cardinal on a galactic cross burns
down upon a brown dwarf.
waves compress the magnetosphere
and the weeping somnambulist keeps beating.
hearts kept at bay with myrtlewood money
in this interregnum of despair.
sound barely escapes the lungs
screaming evil marks rounds,
living in one’s own rhythm,
hearts stop beating fist pumping blood,
eyes see through the glass darkly.
perfect knowledge can never be,
so she commands us to strive for perfect love
super citizen–
but the geese have nothing of this
the eagle tease into the owl of minerva’s night
refusing to be silent swans,
the chatter, the laughter catch hold
a nervous laughter on the exchange,
in fields and forest you are the denizen
ladybug, pleasing the dark as it takes flight.
metamorphis
in a never before seen power gap,
this contagion breaks a mother’s mourning light.
distension error to era
birthing a future, tech or myth.
moon toad from her forehead
hare, pig, and man bow your head
for the fifth glorious mystery
crown the laurel tree in the twelve stars
of this new dawn.
flourish where you are planted,
break the sweet osmanthus twig
and mount the dragon. entitled– titled– untitled–
here is where we are, a vague dream,
shasta or shalimar!
stretch the vagus will self summit in sicily,
is this breakfast or brunch with caviar and deviled eggs?
pointing knives and pitchforks
condoning some types of violence,
to the heavens begging for yolks, circled redwoods
do not fool yourself, hell reigns!
we are left with nothing but the courage of despair!
without compass, the lady said,
we must always be prepared,
ready for action in our struggle for freedom.
failed empires forget the rule of law,
sucked back through the pin prick in the brown shell
albin in a watery albumin expanse, fiery hole,
a truly new level of hell
dangled in sweet promises of the burl.
apart from the private...our literary
and financial existence is destroyed.
air to air, war, it all leads to war,
the reign of barbarity is established again.
freedom is in your head,
trees walk this way between ancient rings
where the old order goes to die a slow death
stripping the last pleasures from ecstatic birth
the aged laurel tree covers over the lacuna
where globalism is stuck in this space
cut with mezzaluna,
few await the birth of this new day.
the new moon lies with the Lady Rohini,
out upon the high seas
mind the gap, mind the gap, mind the gap
steady,
the world has been shrouded in darkness many times
full of despair; courage and action persevere,
steady.
the sun crests on the east horizon
for the earth spins another day. in this shade of red
comes familiar pain... numb, numb, numb,
interregnum.
