CXVIII.

July 11, 2012 § Leave a Comment

Harvest

Drop him, Lord

De-leash your avatar

remove his belongings: scripture, wallet, emblems,

the fleshy-pink, mole-rat-state of nature cocooning him–shed! shed!

he shrivels, buried in vines

he breathes in detritus and waste he becomes (what we became)

he breathes us; digests, deposits us

to worms, we move

to muddy pockets

to water bodies; we sink, we ferment–

“ah, such legs,” Sun says, spinning us in its glass,

“so finely aged . . . I’ll have more.”

CX.

April 27, 2012 § Leave a Comment

“It’s all so juvenile”

is a phrase I read via someone’s Facebook status, moments ago;

What is All? Is it living? Is it social drama? Is it Facebook? Because if we are talking of anything involving humans then the above statement is correct

because Facebook is never fully developed. And the Internet is still rather young. Social drama is forever unfolding, always developing. And living is all about development, especially for humans;

furthermore, humans can never reach their full capacity because we can always aspire to becoming something better than what we are;

a son can accomplish what his father could not: always—

a flower cannot accomplish anymore beyond what its flower predecessors could accomplish; the flower has reached its full capacity, just as the lion has and even the ape has.

We are juvenile creatures, I will assert. And I can stand by this claim. Anything we invent is juvenile, in effect, and will forever be so

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However,

on the thought of LkCa 15b (click here to google this), Nature is rather juvenile as a Whole;

always the universe is expanding within the Multiverse which is always expanding within Whatever;

always there are planets forming;

always there are stars dying to spread the elements that spur on new life;

always, Nature is developing,

and if we are Variants of Nature then we are its Exceeding of its capacity;

we are the developing brain of All

so All is juvenile.

CIX.

April 22, 2012 § Leave a Comment

Earth Day

bleached-white tiny fossils of a duck

four months —five months? since we met last

organs, excavated

feathers sparse, marks of time

unthreading sinew,

pale orange webbed motors

little nothing

of Oneness

no eyes no heart no lungs

maggots! make way for Now & Laters, Ritz, Twix, Tootsie rolls, Kettle, Hostess, Frito-Lay, Keebler, Chex, Cola, Cola, Cola, Cola, Cola, Hershey, Doritos, Kotex, Airheads, Little Debbie, Wonka, Oscar-Meyer, Oberto, Quaker, Honey Maid

(all natural) (organic) (USDA approved) (100% wheat) (recyclable) (renewable) (sustainable)

dropped here, forgotten, by human hands

hands: for invention, for demolition

plastic! seep to Our Iron Core

our Engine

revs; it sputters, kicks

converge, diverge; we rebuild

fiercer, much too sustainable we are

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