Orange lichen grows on shingled roofs of Ōtautahi town.
FOG SIMILAR SIGN PET [ting] boils up Avon side, lip.
Orange lamps ripple on black water of the Ōtākaro.
Without omniscience, we cannot trust
our very selves, nor yet be truly just.
Thus, “Let your eye be single that your body fill with light"…
a voice exactly in the corner said, upon an height.
It opens you up to possession, they hear-say
who said ‘He hath a de-vil’ way back in the day.
“Light of the World"! Light light! "Father of lights"!
Column of Flame that guides through desert nights!
the outmost Sun & inmost Son... one-pointed mind...
the reason WHY we're humankind.
Expansive, almost there! then falling
One’s bookbag hung upon a broken branch,
FOG SIMILAR [to] SMOKE DIVIDE LIGHT HERE
swaying. Hold it, swivel, hang. Alert all
sides night light mist lavender-grey orange white
BEAUTIFUL IT VERY QUIET STILL CALM
gold. Why, any limb draped restful eases
one’s primeval hang! Refractions softly of lined lamplights…
egg-yolk blur-edged risen-hugely jack o' lantern Luna...
I LEARN ASL EGG FROM <<SHAPE WATER>>
AND NZSL SIGN EGG VIC D BOOK
Something-must-be-done about this numbing fork!
but all dendrition dreamt discomfort.
How one envies orange orangutans, cream
gibbons! One would dwell in branches in
a proven prism warehouse, and glad glass
about it would enclose close orchard. One
would swing from shelf to health, watch silvereyes
scarf fat! But I’m not covetous, more in it
for the necessary model in the middle.
Ahasuerus! Ahaseurus sitteth on the throne.
OUR SOLAR SYSTEM NOT FAR FROM G-A-L-A-C-T-I-C CENTER NOW
A little numb in the extremities.
Detached from cold, accessing model Earth.
WORLD SITUATION NEED FRESH OCTOPUS.
The bourgeois/apparatchik* heads of institutes
& enterprises cannot comprehend
this pullulating mass of rhythms, braids
of trends, but do pretend to understand
uneasily, do ratchet up A.I. “DO!” Necessity
of simultaneous and penetrating modelling, with base.
Then dreamt of rooms and faces that were not defined.
Next day: still silvereyes they welcomed one and willingly
did sup with one above the kōwhai known as “Luigi’s” where
cat can’t catch clutch; and stared at songthrush brown suspicious but I still don’t think he/she, afraid then: searching perching look.
PROCEED WITH OCTOPUS. So, bundling
in the form of symbols' vast swathes’ data
download… Take for instance body is to
soul as Babel Tower Babylon the
Great to Babylon within your heart,
horse recognised for mount & yet “prepared
against the day of battle”, is to many
aggregative trends without the soul’s clay
envelope. Not the one without the other.
Suddenly we’re in a bucking bronc
mid mud mode muppets: what to do, how much,
too much ado, sand storm: had habits such
as ignorance, sharp temper tantrums, pride,
depreciation, bragging, gossip, hate;
bile, bucking broncos’ brain brawn heartstring brand
ishings, not yet transmuted in the fires
(Elisha’s oxen & the yoke thereof)
apokatastasis of all things with God,
of ALL things! do you hear? in Heaven and on Earth:
Son! Shadrach, Meshach, & Abednego!
that “shirt of flame” and “a consuming fire”
beyond the sensate stream of Babylon
in Promised Landfall’s Milk-and-Honeyed Light.
I do.
*There are, after all, two sides of the economisation of man, hence singling out bourgeois and apparatchiks.
