AS THE SAYING GOES
(for Erik Davis)
tolle
lege
tolle
lege
Saint Augustine
dreaming of
the Divine City
someone cleverer than me by far
at things cybernetic
gave Robbie the Robot
his terrifying tin man
protocols and
(for me as
a child) terrifying voice
no Dalek though
no compulsion written into his
steel DNA, wired
into all those diodes, circuits
and transistors,
to kill
by instinct
preserve the artificial intelligence
of his species
to Dr Walter’s Prometheus
a much transformed Caliban
yet
as the saying goes
corporate headset
produces corporate mindset
all that buried, forbidden alien machinery,
casting a shadow
monster of Freud’s ID that
will haunt you every step of the way
every rung up that ladder
until
individuation be praised!
you find your true Jung, grey haired
but obviously Sun golden
but the Sun here
different, maybe even
twin, mutually-orbiting stars, icon of
faith and
devotion, perfect
binary system
tolle
lege
tolle
lege
Augustine’s city
has rather fallen by the wayside
need the city and the body to
feel each
other out
jointly repair their
broken architecture
need to heal for the place of healing itself
to heal
everything faithless up
for deconstruction
everything
saintly
to be incarnated
in the real
all, like those Zen pioneers behind
the very thought of this travel, new
worlds to establish,
needing to get in touch,
connect with
their inner machine