The Great Pause
The age of this month’s moon is 10.65 days;
Milk moon, flower moon. Ocean gyre,
a conveyor changing circulation
during The Great Pause:
I confess. I confess, illumination.
My vineyards are in this season’s pleasure.
Flowery prime yields to the water
holding sunlight in the wine,
everything must yield to water. Certain in the word,
you can’t see your reflection in running water.
Water diamond luster, I order a little intellectual takeout.
Stay out of my music world!
Thrive in uncertainty feeling the pressures of adulting,
go childlike,
Bend down to pick up a broken shell.
You can’t see your reflection in running water.
Go still as stone sleeping in togetherness,
wake refreshed.
From this stillness rise invigorated with energy,
Come solar weather, space weather, human disruptions
heat the earth in megadroughts cracked terroir.
Dehydrated, thickening the blood, the blood of a certain type
parched; it burns into my eyes across agitated blue skies.
Liquid blue revised among the lilacs
and lavender blueberry ripples.
Banned, fanned gunless women ensnare her;
shoulder to shoulder they march.
natural tanned nipples of bare chests
push against man’s armed errors,
We made a stand topping tulip town.
Bulbs and rootlets grow accustomed to distressing time.
The bid strengthens the bulb, trick the vine,
they forget to produce in good times.
Language churns in resilience, fear now ambient.
Polaris to vega earth is drifting…
carbon core collapse, iron is the end.
Gravity wins the battle ejecting...
Stop. compressed in my waited bear fur,
A virtual Cannes feather of the golden palm
pride runs following the lion’s roar,
canceled desert festivals, major sports break,
athletes work out in the streets with the cure
of pure Parque; Olympic tragedy.
Drive-in, drive-thru solitary creatures
squeeze through, cancel and shelter
in the summer of no festivals.
I’m way down into tulip mania, the fever, it is all in my mind.
Bubbles... and there are bubbles adrift
as the earth moves through the Aquariids.
Debris field, power scale, another mutating novel
is much more contagious. Our bodies are commodities.
Scalability is our personal power to change the world!
A toast to health with the widow, We drink, to late capitalism!
Sneeze without a bless you…cough, cough,
there they go, running with the herd.
Eating the rocks, gravelling fissures,
life teeming fractures, digesting.
Pieces fall to the earth; isolated, isolation.
The armed fools don’t care that this is a public health crisis.
It is blatantly inhumane to prioritize the economy over people.
Remember the truth...the market is not the economy.
Irony is alive, oversight dead...the most dangerous branch
supremely in full light, politically weaponized.
Wistfully, I relish in sheets of Dickinson.
Some claim of Bright’s disease, a world within a world.
Wait, a new world will reopen.
Unarmed rulers manipulate racism to fight their class warfare,
tools pit party against party for one takedown. Implosion.
The greed is at acme in late capitalism.
Democracy on the fire, burning the soul of a nation.
Flip it... casting out fiats easy to a well-being budget.
Could we emphasize citizens’ happiness over capitalistic gain?
A Former calls on us to unite overwhelmed by founders’ fears,
the experiment, the dream. A virus has stopped the engine of the world.
Foul smell of mundungus rises from the pipe to tell a story
of carbon-neutral air travel the device compresses air
ionizes with microwaves generating plasma thrust.
Plasma antibodies, my body falls crumbled on the metolius pad.
R naught the bag, mask, gloves the biters’ demand and desire the number?
I was there not there in all these places
of entanglement caught on carpets of bilocation.
Dropped in to describe a picture on twitter: a poem or six words–
the weight of water
winds up illusory toy time
in her pandemic dream,
an amniotic kiss on the knee
shelters in sunbeams...
compression into six words:
water– illusory– time– pandemic– amniotic– sunbeams–
descend into memory, roots in dialog with the soul of soil,
words have me swooning in their toil.
Work for me...
I ate dandelion greens and caviar from a mother of pearl spoon.
chilled cone on ice, sliced truffle
delicate symbiotic natural world. Systems...
What can a tree teach us?
The pandemic of dreams that I chose to tend grew to visions
–of Artemis mining the moon. Look for an island larger than Zanzibar.
So much land and still the sea but we cluster in cities, density.
At the still point where the world turns the moon gives one face
playing Janus, at that still point is the dance.
From bad to worse, time as the enemy makes no sense
and one gene can make a honeybees' virgin birth.
We talk of murder hornets, of the hottest years on record, of fire.
Light sensing algae highlight neurons, anxiety.
In this month of May frost is on the ground.
Sea fog rolls above foam.
In an epic picture, Jupiter burns a hazy sunset.
They rage here, they rage there,
plumes of smoke billow in pictures from space.
A large part of the exclusion zone, Siberia is on fire!
Thermal points. Pink sadness. A war without rules,
China what happened? What happened to America,
where separation of church and state should be absolute?
All these things they jargogle my mind...
We collectively sit in the dark night of the soul,
The Great Pause...Come sweet ligatures of interruption,
burn it all down, come together for the greater good.
Look inward that’s where the truth comes out,
hardwired the fix is you...
Changing horses midstream, a mute swan flyby,
comets make comet wine, a vintage year
has us struggling through the color wheel,
beyond the blue caught in a pink sadness.
How much can be solved by walking? Get moving.
A tree Goddess on the fire escape sings an aria
in The Great Pause. A howl at eight,
she claims awards still happen and that glory hole
at Berryessa is flowing over.
Illness separated by glass. Grief separated unable to pass.
Suffering is everywhere. Suffering!
A Pulitzer for a friend rings silent applause.
Icy glass, the fish swim
with no hesitation distilled in the stillness,
settling in. Settling. Settle,
muddy waters have gone crystal clear. We fish,
but for isolation in decadence,
two that prefer the yellow scale.
Held in suspense, anticipating aoutement
at our gold coast house, we are morally instructive.
Against nature. Just listen to your muse,
you become your status quo
and must be disrupted...so welcome to the disturbance!
Use it to vault to the other side
whether or not you want to go there.
Stormy weather drops cold wind,
I can still see my reflection on the surface.
Cold winter springs back east again.
Covered land of May snowdrops,
a blackberry winter she says.
Snatched by the apostles of the black box
the universe is trying to speak to you.
There are many dwelling places
and all you need is an infinity of 8 perfect powers.
Just then I was harpazo’d to the mountain observatory,
pure compassion in every vein, flowing in warm grace;
love is the key stacking six stages of critical thinking
in a pyramid of the infinite consciousness of identification.
chili and chill, push pause catch up
eyes of 2020 zoom to exist.. existence is identity.
My infinite consciousness having this human experience
tries to stay on nodding terms with the attractive side of the person I used to be
sharing my new mantra;
cleverly remain good company doing what you love to do.
Confined in trust, I have been to the art bar
a virtual exhibition, bottomless. the scene is dead!
very few artifacts of the past should remain...
Collectively, have we all become present?
sitting with patients comfort ease overwhelmed
with last rites.
two birds one tweet: Care for all!
Earth roaming technomad
force majeure–female catalyst- futurist ruminating between lines
with clarion call & extreme unction! global writer, southern roots
Humans hijacked by another virus begs the question,
will we reach full humanization? Doctors dream
of ventilator sounds, death rattles, body bags, mass graves.
Signing the certificate, wanderlust falls to wonderment...
Can we seek immortality?
Enhanced, transmuted, some transhumanistic are ready to leave behind bias,
dangled out on this historical precipice,
we are pursued by something amassing behind us.
Evolve or devolve to the omega point growing mass consciousness.
Life catches the spirit in this material world and traps it.
Crises upon crises in search for opportunity…
do not rebuild a broken system comeback exploring community.
Human affairs are too slow for spirit.
It carries us into the midst of life and abandons us
in the loss of innocence.
dancing in sync to the downbeat
a steady rhythm sets a pace cross legged forgotten,
the whole world is quiet.
Be still, sit in silence let the heart of love grab your pearl.
Oak, maple, plum, magnolia, sugar, sugar fruit.
Let your spirit feel your soul,
transfixed by spirit, transformed by soul.
Slow-motion crises open-ended.
This will be with us a long time.
keep the end in sight put down the dark side
comfortable in your cage of bones and flesh.
Keep something to look forward to.
Let the soul navigate the terrain of suffering and freewill.
Saturn stationed in retrograde, Mercury enters Gemini, Mars enters Pisces,
Venus then Jupiter goes retrograde.
Waning gibbous...The moon is 17.47 days old and I am not yet finished.
Standstill!
