WEIRD STUFF
Mind-mangled words
erupt from the inchoate, primal slime
of instinct and appetite;
Constructing hellish bardos out of sight
of cosy propriety.
Doesn't the man-thing relish in construction?
Got his countable pinkies what for,
if not for meddling, fixing, feeding,
pleasing the senses.
The poisons of outrage downsize buoyancy and resilience.
Ah me! Whats to blame?
Whose accountable?
Who carved up the land into boxes
straightened the rivers, drained the bogs
out of ignorance.
Thinking: didn’t God say:
herewith the lovely earth, to take care of
live off, nurture.
Free rein assumed - missing the Trust.
Concepts of parody, morphic resonance,
non-particularity of consciousness
per se...per size, say nothing more
than subsequence - fractal images
derived from a start point.
A mind-drilling of substance by object,
unable to detect itself,
step outside itself, beyond hearsay;
back-ward projection.
Even holographic invention.