It's a seedling factory, not a fun house!

There’s a backdoor in your mind
worth more than any cozy sugar cube.
Dendritic overlays of best fit shoots
don’t have shortcomings of AI or men;
would undermine this Planet of the Apes with victory.
He that clothes Himself with timelessness as
with a garment primed that backdoor in you
as a jeweller sets a stone. If you were
in a seedling factory, what might you do differently
among sneer-snarls, bulge-buzzard eyes, steep stares?
among men’s unmanned mannequins? not wearing clothes?

Autumn Mosaic (rolling stresses)

Great Power condemnation
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.

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"

Verse notes on the Metcalf sniper shootings of 2013

spiked trees
Radical environmentalism’s 
"Roadblock. Let me do the talking"
lodge's conflagration
monkey wrenchers’ caused 115 
Earth First!
million dollars’ damage in 3 decades 
“Do you have a petrol permit…”
vs 15 million dollars’ sniper
“…for that minivan you’re driving?”
damage from the Metcalf shootings 
“No! I mean, I own it” --
(which transpired across about an hour).
“Mother & her children 
own that minivan, you waster!"
Infrastructure in a crumbling state is
“So, you’re saying” he continued
“But I, no I…!” -- “Quiet, waster while I!”
more significant than infrastructure
“that you are not classified to drive this…”
in a building state; the Luddites of the
“…limited supply of petrol..."
upward slope or peak are not those of the
[Petrol Use & Classifying Edict:*
twilight. Neither are the Nihilists, the 
Ambulances, Combine Harvesters & Vigilantes]
“hereby execute the sentence”
Nazis, the Anarcho-Communists… For 
BANG BANG*
coefficients between debt & crumbling
BANG BANG 
infrastructure spot technocracy with crosshairs.
BANG BANG BANG.

*Note that this deliberately represents the possible consequences of a decline in Energy Return on Investment real or artificial in the specific form of unpopular decrees, Edicts of Diocletian for a complex hydrocarbon age.
**The interwoven bangs are almost certainly a deliberate allusion to Rammstein's song "Fire at Will", so one cites this now without quite recalling whether it was so intended or an instance of cryptomnesia.

What Would Mars Do?

Mars Prince of War invaded Russia twice

because it is Mars Prince of War; that is,

considerations of logistics &

supply -- & even victory! -- don’t exist

for it. The need for War, a nice long war,

is all that matters to Mars Prince of War.

Shanghai Cooperation Council -- Dong

Feng missiles -- Antimissile installations

on the NATO border with the Russian

Federation -- Wikipedia: “...war

spending doubled economic growth rates”

(from the WW2 sub-article of

“Great Depression”) -- What Would Mars Do? Harvest

us; impose our carrying capacity;

interpose Itself between The Debtor

& The Creditor; kill umpteen million;

shovel all those mass men into mass graves;

insource factories; skim those excess males off

India & China; keep the helot

population down; veil drifting kaos

in earnest, greasy clouds of fog of War.

Human-Algorithm Interface Dynamics (blank verse)

“Neither shall one thrust another; 
they shall walk everyone in his path” – Joel 2:8

Perspiration soaks x exosoldiers.
Override Staff Sergeant Matthew Carson.
Crickets. They were selling those at market.
Left shift. Carson-piercing round fwips past, thwockcks
into a trunk. Restoring manned control.
Staff Sergeant Carson, forward crouch! 2…3….4…
Override Staff Sergeant Matthew Carson:
Halt 3 seconds. Bullet! Bullet… In near
sky above the greenhouse canopy a drone hums
handling infrared & bullet-tracking streams.
Restore full manua- – Override. Shift right.
Restoring manned control. Mosquito smashed.
Staff Sergeant Carson, forward crouch! Can't...scratch...itch...
Rally point configuration Delta.
Override Staff Sergeant Matthew Carson.
Squad assumes configuration, rallies
soaked in steaming bush like laundry left out
in a monsoon. General Algorithm
Protocol: three-squad array alignment.
Squads! B! C! Override. Align with A Group. 

Father Timelessness (blank verse)

Father’s consuming fire created us

in His spare timelessness. The Tree of Life

& Branch of Jesse of one Tree of Life

are one. His flaming sword flicks restlessly.

He flings Pleiades into place. The pace

picks up. He hangs the galaxies on strings

like Yule-cum-Christmas lights & knows all men,

yes all of our cognitions & our deeds.

The Lord of Everyman & DNA --

who deigned by incarnation of best fit

to speak exactly in the corner -- is

aware of all the 'Once upon a time

& space' that He created to a t.

You know Him in the secret passageways

where you admit you don’t know everything.

He ponders every iteration of

temporospatial statuary,

every ensouled terracotta warrior

wandering the hive of hamster cages --

unimpressed with the Forbidden City,

penguin suits, & all our other rags -- with

an omniscient justice outside time.

Shanghaied (cinquains)

In 2012 one set out on a quest

against a backdrop of declining West,

Eurasian integration, Shanghai Pact’s

emergence from the same & all the rest,

positioning for temporary pax

& then for war to break the nation-state.

Of course, one did expect a longer wait

before the Russians & the Chinese warmed

relations, but the Ukraine crisis stormed

past; so, one watched it all accelerate,

ignored just-paying-off-my-mortgage men

disgustedly, passed Chinese 3 & then

began to study Russian for a change

while inwardly convicted of one’s sin.

One realizes that this must all sound strange,

but all of it occurred exactly so.

One ceased to sleep around with men. Although

that was 9 months before the Day Star’s rise,

He sometimes lightens us before we know.

He watches us with 7 flying eyes.

The Day Star lightens the horizon first,

perhaps because one might have feared the worst,

& one is still not sure quite what to make

of Him, considering He means to break

us! but the textbook says He quenches thirst.

The textbook says so very many things.

For instance, there are ladies with stork wings

who carry a lead-shielded harlot far

away & plant her in a fresh Shinar.

Chimeras even torment with their stings,

though one is still unsure why there’s a goat

fused to the Neo-Hittite one. I note

that the most controversial two words

-- yom & aionos -- bookend what He wrote.
I wonder when our Lord will feed the birds.

Simultaneous Verses (blank verse / couplets collage)

CERN spastic gestural equivalence
blue hardhats  Gotthard choreography –
Troop preparations in the Baltic states.
Rumors of war in the United States.
Drought in the Horn of Africa, Far East
& India CLICK Toxins have increased
in drinking water.  Toxins fill the air
near busy roads, the air we have to share.
We’re late! Our schedule is just action-packed.
We gotta pivot to the Shanghai Pact.
Alzheimer’s on the rise. Die-offs on coasts
of Vietnam & Chile. Heads on posts
at Raqqa. Swivel to the Caliphate 
No, pi- No, swi- We're very late indeed.
“Therefore keep watch, because you do not know
the day on which your Lord will come”, He said. 

The Spark That Lighteth Every Man (fourteener couplets)

Dialectical materialist views of history
are the doctrine of four ages taught in ancient mystery
schools without the pesky, overt supernaturalism
which would be unsuited to an age of naturalism,
a procedure Jefferson & Tolstoy follow –
doubting Thomases without a prayer? – who think to hollow
out the Tree of Life then hallow the remaining dead wood
into a totem pole & build the world a world of good 
with minarchist & anarchist ideas that don’t bear fruit –
that is, eternal life; rule over many things -- & loot 
scripture of salvation, thinking they do men a favor.
Libertas binds men the more! Hath their salt lost its saviour? 
Plato’s daemons fell & tarnished their beloved Golden
Age, seduced the hearts of Socrates & Jung. From olden
days unto modernity, the selfsame writhing snake nest
wrestles with free wills that God designed to choose a house guest.
Why don’t you invite the one whose yoke is not deception?
Jesus christened you with His zinc spark at your conception!

Sin, with reference to the painter Ljuba (couplets)

"O sing unto the Lord a new song: sing unto the Lord, all the Earth!" -- Psalm 96:1

The Bible says that we are slaves to sin.
Well, one is much the same as other men, 
in this regard, but can articulate 
the fact that lust is shaped the same as hate
in one’s mind’s eye. Are these, then, "unclean"?
I will explain exactly what I mean,
but first would like to mention Djuba’s work --
“Temptations, Afterwards” -- where 'cthulhus' lurk,
where what was throbbing is unraveling. 
One mentions this for those whose traveling
is less internal & more visible,
whose consciousness is less divisible 
into compartments & comparisons.
Most horses don’t see their caparisons,
so that is why I’m holding up a glass.
It isn’t just a pretext to be crass. 
It’s why the human male smokes afterwards 
& why it says “unclean & hateful birds”. 
Such pairings are not simply accidents,
& what at first seems simple can be dense. 
Paul says, “[that] which I would not, that I do”.
It’s shaped like the recurrence when we stew
about someone or something, or we lust
about someone or something. So, I trust
the Bible’s psychological insight.
We need not merely believe who know the Light. 

Verse Notes on Nomadic Territorial Explosiveness (fourteeners)

Nomadic territorial religiosity
of Canaan’s conquest Alexander Islam Genghis Khan
explodes like telegraph or fiber optic cables, but
animists (such as the Mongol Horde) or polytheists
(such as Alexander's or apostate Solomon's) break
up like a marriage or a fragmentation hand grenade.
Nomadic territorial religiosity
may be a prairie fire like Marxist-Leninism or
a slash & burn bell curve of Rust Belts & fresh markets or
some other coatrack burning coal mine time release snafu.

'Let's all go to Europe & America!' (blank verse)

Her face would be unrecognisable,
but there’s a blind spot to Enlightenment. 
No wall can trump an ancient prophecy.
No ideology can stem the tide. 
They vomit from clay souths into iron norths.
They’re in the book of Daniel, Ch. 2;
atop Tren de la Muerte roofs; crowded
on decks of overloaded, sinking ships.

To rule those feet of iron & clay, you’ll end
up with dictatorship* to keep the Pax.

* In the model by which one understands human governance, and because of which one has never voted, there are soft oligarchies & hard, covert oligarchies & overt. Iron brings forth soft, covert oligarchy of its nature -- the so-called 'representative democracies' whose reality Machiavelli describes in The Prince; but if iron should mix with clay, then that which sufficed for the iron must change to suffice for the admixture. So it is that the soft totalitarianism becomes both increasingly hard & obvious at once.