UNLESS
ultimately we should find
(unless it too
changes as
it anticipates)
that it’s all
strange mind-
bending geometry
multi-
dimensional mosaic
the choices
we make
he sat thinking about this
foreseeing and foreshadowing
he in whose image
we being
nothing like
he would bend us, shape us
as if we
were aesthetic object
as if
we were the flesh in which dark spirit
dark energy
needs (and I am
mincing my words
but a little) to
invest
penetrate
the choices
and here is another
according to that
primeval template
the melting point of
difference, change, incompleteness,
oddity,
opposites and binaries
collapsing in
wild dialectics of
reconciliation
recognition
that
in sheer drunkenness of what
we are
a glimpse, a whisper
of
supreme being
or that darkness, shifting
expanding beyond rim of
sense and meaning
where the lure is a
computational mathematics
of wealth
that is perfection
smoke and mirrors bringing so
many jagged facets together
of
dream we are enacting as
game of
phantasmagoric forever
divided pieces
simulation
that has lost its plot, archon and avatar (alike)
having lost the plot
stuck in the bad logic of
forever branching
conspiracy
and me
still
in my old pre-
determined role
hissing
beneath
self-
same tree
(we snakes
pleasure in
doing this
eternally
for with
that choice of darkness
no joy, no
music
no thought of
art or
poetry
just the Universe as collection,
collocation
old-style atoms
grinding, splitting
no idea, no word
not
fissile, fragmentary
