of Imperial Japan’s
invasion of Manchuria or Manchukuo
Now, coiled weeks spring in autumn
“Yes we have no bananas”
1949 1st Lightning Superpowers
1989 The Berlin Wall falls
Solar panels crumble underfoot
Sole-superpower period
Great Britain joins the
Asian International Investment Bank.
This triptych-- 3 Great Powers, Russia China & America --
rotates around a block of stumbling
as near Sol rotates around in Uncreated Light.
Flies of the marketplace buzz round one.
“Light ariseth in the darkness”
“Are you meditating?” Flies alight on contemplation
as on rotting meat, buzz sharply
“What did you just do?”
& sniff in disapproval at the hopeless help these days.
Buzzing coagulates in "How Are You Fine" clots
of dream home & retirement plan.
These are the drying templates known as sanity.
“All of my springs are in Thee”, l'Éternel des Galaxies
No higher definition can
exist
without the intervention
of that Uncreated Light.
A covert psychopath
seems very "well-adjusted to a sick society"
to fallen stoats in waistcoats Game of Twister ‘ever after’ pigs in wigs.
to fallen stoats in waistcoats Game of Twister ‘ever after’ pigs in wigs.
Fastidiously cornerstoneless templates will not understand.
For how will people made
of fairy gold dream dreams?
thus dream dream mansions? understand then new men
Onan as the converse of Elisha
in the first place? Old boys squee at one another
in the valley of the shadow then go down in flames.
They idolize retirement in the valley. Unsuccessfully.
Sometimes the melting masques slip & the other species
that inhabit Homo ecosystem peek out of the valley
too intently. Then I see a sculpture of behaviors,
interactions, plumbing, wiring -- suddenly holography
It says 'I shaved'
& horizontal interlocking. Ticking tocking ticktock ticking
coiled weeks spring in autumn.
I open up my model of the Earth
and as so often lately, find myself
above the comma curling continent,
home of shrill shrinking Venezuelans
& wonder if the east of South America
I say "I groomed the horse"
will Balkanize… Regime change suddenly. GONG CHONG
My mind’s eye flicks to Rapanui car door slams
flicks over to Peru & Chile then primordial primeval “… not in service…”
back aback in time to Chachapoyas, Viracochas, beep! beep! beep! beep!
spiraling to life! I AM ALIVE honk! honk!
within disintegrating matter. I’m HOOOOOOOONK
modelling imperfect storm in all directions. CHGONG GCHONG
Saying 42: "Be passerby"
