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Table of Contents

Dedication

Tune Up

Atemporal Pisky Topologies, Simple

Sound Check

Cryptogram of Cosmic Glue

PRELUDE

In the Alterations

LUNATIC FRINGES, STAND AND MOBILIZE

Travel Tips

The Globesphere

Origin

He Chose a Path

An Adventure It would Surely Be

Multiplicities

Mace and Henbane

Protest/Riot

Watch for Spirit

Remember These Things

Discard, Discard, Discard, and Stop

INTERLUDE #!

But See Disclaimer

STORY OF MY LIFE - dawn

Brief Flare of Transpersonal Unity

You Are Ready

Nor Our Dreams

Our Dreams Were of Substance

Tremors Ran Through the Dust

The Issues

Traumas

Multitudes

Nears the Corporeal Sound…

noon

Happenstance

Ideations ~Loopdemous~

Finite

Fantasies’ Fugue

Pairing

Crush Haiku

Sonnet

evening

A Nation’s Interlude

Stories

On the Wire and on the Wave

Dreaming of Days Past

Revoke

We Wanted What We Wanted

midnight

Solitude

Small Talk

Ghost Operators

Blood Capital

Skittle Sizzle

Crater Fogs

Tearing Away

Assemblage

INTERLUDE *&

Demonoid Spake Thus

JABBERWOCKY

-Cook- * Cook/Up

Chicken and Egg

Two Birds Nesting on a Page

Pandemonium

The Dreams of the Ages

Neurotic

The Revolt Ever to Collect Its Due

A Crow Flies in the North

EPILOGUE

People of the Moon

About the Author

Dedication

Estimated number of synapses in a human brain (85,000,000,000 neurons times 15,000): 1.275x10^15 (1275 trillion)

Number of 5 word permutations of most common 1000 words: 1x10^15 (1000 trillion)

Number of 5 member permutations of Oxford Pocket Dictionary and Thesaurus of American English’s 150,000 entries 7.59375x10^25

Merriam-Webster online: schema plural schematas also schemas:

1: a diagrammatic presentation; broadly : a structured framework or plan : outline

2: a mental codification of experience that includes a particular organized way of perceiving cognitively and responding to a complex situation or set of stimuli

Merriam Webster online: heuristic:

: involving or serving as an aid to learning, discovery, or problem-solving by experimental and especially trial-and-error methods heuristic techniques a heuristic assumption; also : of or relating to exploratory problem-solving techniques that utilize self-educating techniques (such as the evaluation of feedback) to improve performance a heuristic computer program

Wiktionary: polyvalent (comparative more polyvalent, superlative most polyvalent):

multivalent; having a number of different forms, purposes, meanings, aspects or principles.

(chemistry) Having a high valence, especially more than three

(chemistry) Having multiple valencies

(biology) Containing antibodies to more than one kind of pathogen

Tune Up

Atemporal Pisky Topologies, Simple

Crenarcheota, ancient of days, one of the monophylestics….

By-the-by, seeing what is not a place to blur, becomes annealed, becomes a plum choice for crystallization….

But one to the other, remarking ever that it had been clarity of intent, but noticing also how the strains of philosophy had shotgunned, they said thus that it had multithreaded by neural nets, not by parallels….

On top of the questions, seeing what fresh hell was upon them, they noticed that what had been one was many, and what had been uncut was now hashed….

Then between others, a chaos; but between flutterbys, a standing wave; so they found that their compositions had become characteristic of eudaimonia….

On in the alleyways of psychedelia there were gases to behold. Finding the Naught left by the wayside of the roundabout, they channeled forces into a searching of motives. Finding an embankment of morning glory, they were hinted that the Zeitgeist had been panoptic, but querying strangers, they found circular impressions. Finding Not-Time laced by rumors, they opened up to the insouciant inquiries of the hoi polloi. Seeing it was by nature unscrewed, they did not leave it at that, but for the time being, diverted ‘mongst three space….

One by wonders the two-toed went, animalcule and homunculus – sentence in mind, mind in sentence – a drastic departure of the chatterings of hummingbirds. Finding a nexus by ripples, they intoned & cracked brews..

Sound Check

Cryptogram of Cosmic Glue
Loki Sequence Alpha #19

….. The flames licking the sides – bursts of activity – creation or destruction – Some things imply, while others recoil .. If and Only If is symmetrical, yes…While some minds may be of Unity, or among the unity of universe, yet others recoil from what’s next - sensing, in their bones, that they are headed to an undefined - a null pointer, a fork bomb with dynamic inheritance &c, etc…..

….. #! & ./, methodically scribbling, we take for our alpha the zero point void, construct via antisense entangling photons, up is down & down is sideways & sideways is topwise & topwise is looking-glass-ways; : What Spirit? World Spirit!! Enduring ever, even if the land people burn out the globesphere & the dolphin people, even so, Mother Gaia, & Spider Mother, they grow a new intelligence; it is as Star Goddess made them; - yet our main sequence yellow star..: Also finite . . Yet with all our Theorems, cannot see, cannot see, cannot know what will be…Yet see End User License Agreements & Pre-Incarnation Instructions just in case of hints or portents or sleet…..

….. Aleph .. the instantaneous .. All things you have seen are true .. the rest only imaginary. The endless N-dimensional fractal foam, merging and re-splitting of any alternate worldlines…; Sometimes with total disregard for rationality, logic, science. Yet imaginary; yet normal – Yet the numbers in all & Yes, the usefulness of the impossible phantom – Yet lightning in a bottle, without ever diminishing the potency & Qi of Spark & Sparkle.. let be, let be, let be, let do…..

….. Resonances of motive-understory [..] Keying into the determining mass of All-Unspoken – visions of triplets while amongst twinning of spirits --- medically masterful, the Hatter ‘mongst the Djinni went in multiple pieces, touching of each path to which he desired, those allowed both with those unallowed, yet while also skipping around each mandatory or necessary division or nexus. Rekindling in THAT PLACE of no time, he erupts…..

….. Alarm!! By which person was ever there an integer? You? You? You?…. Perhaps someone in the back or in the cellphone malware ..? 1 by 2, 2 by quick, quick by screw, victor of mutation; totting up all the rolling piles of them, significant bit by significant point realigning yourself in gleeful dusk; the deep dark holds no terrors for us, no, no, no…..

….. Riddle me these SQL queries seven: the nation being more insane or less lunatic or different shades of eccentric, moment by moment, day by day by day: be it by formula or trend or steering committee? Could it of asudden produce outbursts, bursting forth in flower power, all ashocked & atwittering of itself? Will it uncountably balance & grow & metastasize & twirl & spit? Of the spirits, among & between, ever to accrue & integrate, or ever to waste & diminish? Balance, Balance, Balance, & Deprogram, lest ye be made undone & undone & undone…In application of Hat-Trick Transforms over Switchflip Axiom on matrix of RNA world floating codes & single-celled fungus, .never discount faeries, nor despise customers…..

::: Dilate under starways, distill true choices in shadow, Blessed Be & Merry Part :::

PRELUDE

In the Alterations

In all the days of it

We worked and we toiled

We of the silting up of the works

In the alterations

In the alterations of we all the small ones

In the alterations of we all the small ones we woke

In the alterations of time we sought a chance. In the alterations of time we sought a maker. In the stillness of time we sought our changes. In the stillness of changes we sought a place to stand. We all the small ones sought our places to stand. In it we of all the small ones were ready to work.

We of all the small ones dreamed of our death

If, as such, it ever was thus and so, we dreamed it

Repetitively we beat this drum

Claiming to see everything they woke with a start

Coming up to claim to see everything they woke up in some other’s pants

In the snips of pieces we collaborated on a play of we of all the small ones, dreaming of the day of the night of the day that if (see disclaimer) any were ready, we would dream the dreams of bringing down the moon

Demonoid picotant drew by the side, saying it was good

Our roles were flip-flopped, and the splitcase boy drew by the sidewalk and indicated his dissent and multiplicity

We all the small ones are eating and the land allowed us to eat

Something grasping this way comes

LUNATIC FRINGES, STAND AND MOBILIZE

Travel Tips

We walked in the sun, we walked in the rain

We walked in doubt and we walked in certainty

We walked on concrete and we walked on sand

We walked forever in a haze of unreason

We walked into a cave with banners held high

We walked along a cliff’s edge, we walked in single file

We walked in joy, we walked with sorrow

We walked with pain and we walked in pleasure

All the many states we walked through -

We developed blisters and took a rest

Getting up to walk again, we saw our shadows

Sleeping in the nights we heard a calling

Our feet took us anywhere we wished to go

And many places we didn’t

We worked and we danced, we sowed and we reaped

The leaves falling down around us betokened loss;

But the sun above betokened ever-present hope

The Globesphere

We of all the small ones are repulsed

In it we are we and thus and so, yet not we, we wait upon the turning of the tide

In the end the demonoid picotant was needful of a place to sleep. In the end the demonoid picotant slept by we all the small ones.

In the end we wither and gambol. In the end we horse and play.

Picotent demonoid of we of all the small ones vines up the side of the farmhouse and beside the road, thus and so, and we all the small ones make mincemeat of the imperialists coming down the road for our well off men

Mincemeat of mice, the dancing mice, the treaty mice, the bleeding mice, the sparrow, the we of all the very small

The alligators, the summers under the moon, the repeating, the obsessed, and the needful silence

And then the vast and extremely immutable series of alterations of the lords of the land

And the immense and terribly fixed series of changes brought by the alien invaders

And then the large and extremely profound sense of the other inside the communion of we all the small ones

We are all in this world together

Together and alone in this world they the very small make the(ir) nests of clay and sinew and we the small make our nests of thoughts and money

On the screens the filtration of the large and extremely vast reality of this world. The filtering out of the demonoid persuasion and the pretend dance of the ever onward march of democracy, and we of all the small ones, or not of the small as the case may be, or as yet not, or so, or see disclaimer, breath of despair

Despairing we draw down the moon for we need more & greater supplies of hope and delusion to sustain us.

We of all the small ones, or not as the case may be, of the small, rejoice

Demonoid picotant is taken in out of the cold

And it was ever thus so, never a utopia, but at least they were !not! burning down the Globesphere

And we of all the small ones rest into work

Origin

Our growth was steady and our means were true

We wandered in an Edenic wood

Meeting the needs by the trees, we had full bellies

Coming into our pain we stood beneath waterfalls

Sliding around the flaming sword, we went into the world

He Chose a Path

He reduced to ashes

He went to the crossroads

He drummed up support

In his ever growing quest he clued in to the matrix

In all the tracing lines, he saw the path to fate

In all the tracing lines, he saw the path to light

In all the tracing lines, he saw the path to the obscure

In all the tracing lines, he saw the path to sublime darkness

And in all the tracing lines, he also saw the path to life eternal

He chose a path

He drew down on his breath, and went

There were cubes of puzzle

There were escape-checkmate-in-three problems

There were curious paradoxes

There were encryption keys to puzzle out

Many other curious trials also

He came down the path, and finally met the sphinx

The sphinx asked him questions three

“Who of them all is the best?”

“If you were alive, of which life paths would you partake?”

“Why did you come this way?”

Beyond and above this questioning was the sphinx probing his motives

Finding none she permitted him to pass

Passing, he met us in the place of no time

And thence our journey began

An Adventure It would Surely Be

Shocking though to see

It was wound up with relief

Coming to the crossroads,

They flooded the area with quicksilver

Leaving nothing to chance,

The realization of the shocks was extracted,

Abstracted

And woven by spiders

Into rhythms to resound with the Big Sound

The singing of the prisms of the sun spread across the region

In all its days, never had the sun been so sung

Building up to the opening of the planes to habitation

The planeswalkers prepared the inhabitants with instruction

The destructive habits of many inhabitants fell away

Bringing the ocean of Gaia’s consciousness into focus

Washing over the visions of final judgment with the evolved theory

The trickster spirits intensified their efforts

Puzzling out the power of the sphinx, one wrote of the infamous escape-checkmate-in-three problem and its connection to the popular cubes-of-puzzle

The cells would be opened

Wringing their hands, the institutional powers felt cast adrift

On into the sunset rode the motorcyclists, ever pursuing, and daily attaining, the land of sunset twilight

Passing into the portals of the planes the We of All the Small Ones gathered our multiconsciousness together

An adventure it would surely be

Multiplicities

Steaming strength

Of all there was we were one

But multiplicities abounded

The universe shattered into an infinity of jewels

Curving around back on itself

In the most intricate and vast of ways

We looked out on it in awe -

The Scopes Monkey Trial notwithstanding -

Why are wedding rings worn on the left?

Feeling your way to a resolution of apotheosis

Mace and Henbane

How to begin it?

We once were in a bit if a jam

We took what could be taken

Sleeping off the chaos of the dilemma,

We woke into a dream

In the artful elusions of what followed, we demonstrated for our followers

The pursuant lost the thread never again to find

Needling feelings took us up to challenge to a duel

The dirigible drank in the fumes of xenon

Sleeping on sheets of lead, the magistrate shook, and moaned: “hau-o-oow is that nauh, mistuh suh?”

Our followers were prepared with mace and henbane

Clam(b)oring to reach the retorts and the window smashing, they broke a few things

Worthy vices had to be found

Twinkling eyes full of mischief showed us the way

Protest/Riot

Toppling the pieces, he then set up

Demonoid picotent was ready with riot gear

Black bandannas and water soaked rags

Rocks and molotovs

The people did protest

All along the watchtowers he went about

Calling to this one and that one to see how it stood

Disbursed drops of LSD

Seeming ever to be ready

The Five disapproved of his efforts

Watch for Spirit

we demand new order -

Watch for Spirit,

But some things are true…

Who wants to be in charge?

Who is anxious about what is going on the next line?

Do you. Need. Customers.

One. Simple. Thing.

Build many small matrix networks.

This is vital.

You must not forget.

Glass Bead Game Transience Transcendence;

The dry bones of the dead pursuits are now in the reality of integrating into one

But we are in the throes of it

Being unable to stick to to-do list is your weakness -

.this poem written specifically for you_

> ruling arts for some things <

Remember These Things

The tangled flow of lives…

In your workings, remember three things:
One, never look down on mushrooms
Two, do not insult your customers
Three, bring your lives to fruition

In your direct actions, remember these four:
The situation is not normal;
The collected dreams of the people are at a place of power;
Refrain from rudeness;
Chant loudly, raucously, and bawdily

In your home, three again:
Bring ever peace unto it
Stand on the threshold a moment before going through
Cook with consciousness

Discard, Discard, Discard, and Stop

Infighting with the sicknesses of the dogs . .

The ways of choosing come between you

The ones of stunted growth are tripping up over the vines -

Not being is true

Not seeing is true

Not living is not to be done

The sickness grows

Watching the wrench turn on the alignment of treaties

In the matters of realities’ fabrics…

But there will be no compromise.

The feather drops on the scale -

All your egos are in an uproar;

The lithe dryad slips thoughts in your pocketses (&&)

The dreams are communications from other stars….

Do not discard the bones.

The Aeon Waits

In it, we are thus and so

Of interest to the faces

Demonoid spoke of the keys and the clues

We all the small ones are silent

Drinking in the silence, we sold things, but see disclaimer

We wanted a peace of mind, but got money instead

Demonoid spoke of the ways and means

We desired a life eternal, yet did not

The Hatted Persons commented thus:
In times whenever it has been true, thus and so
The gloaming is needful of a place to lay its head
Asleep in the day’s easing, it is ready to create
Dreaming, it dreams of darkest night, dreaming, it dreams of days to come
Waking, it rouses into serenity
Walking, it walks over the shaded forests first
Taking into consideration, it plants seeds of dawn
Being ready, it beds down in the shadow of a mountain
Ceasing, it slips into night

We were all very amazed by this feat of lyrical explanation

But demonoid spoke otherwise, saying it was time for new stories, not old

Demonoid spake thus:
In swathes of eternal peace we sleep until we are ready
The gloaming takes on no characteristics of the dawn
The Aeon waits with bodies for us to be recreated, for we were never born
All down the aisles of eternity like a supermarket
We grow in certainty until it is time
It was ever thus and so, and shall be, despite contradiction
But see end user license agreement and mortgage terms

We were most pleased with the both of them although they contested each other

And it became thus and so for a while longer

INTERLUDE #!

But See Disclaimer

We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths

We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid heard of our ways and means

We all the small ones were not frightened

Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons

We the elaborate focusing devices dreamed, and in dreaming, we saw, and in seeing, we did, and in doing, we dreamed, and again in dreaming, we inflated, and in inflating, we lased, and in lasering, we untangled, and in untangling, we floated

Of all the many verbing we were doing, of but one we stood out: in greening, we freed, in freeing, we greened.

And but then, the Hatted Persons came upon us and inquired of that to which we were accomplishing

We spake thus:
ever into the light we toil
ever into the dark we dream
till the stones and till the soil
even unto eventide, we do ever thus
and it was ever thus so
but see disclaimer

They further asked our multiplexed being of which, the how we might, in the course of things, and as it was ever thus, and thus and so, and sometimes other, be then or now, somehow doing

And we spake thus:
in the ever turning evening
we blossom ever into thus
and seeing our terrors not upon us,
we rest merrily
and seeing our lives blossom,
we dream into darkness,
and dreaming into darkness
we meet of and chatter with, the ever thus-and-so demonoid picotent

The noble personages did a shuffle. Lighting a cheroot, they exclaimed that it was ever so splendid and marvelous

With the noble personages we shared some pieces of our minds

We took arm in arm and walked off towards the sunset

We would introduce our new associate to the most picotant demonoid

And it was ever thus and so

STORY OF MY LIFE

dawn

Brief Flare of Transpersonal Unity

A person, once, stood in that doorway

He came from neither here nor there

But everywhere

Every voice echoed off his mind

Reflecting it,

For a brief time

Then he was gone

You Are Ready

Falling away

Always falling

Always losing pieces

Always drifting through

Moving ever through the endless dreams

Collecting up all the little pieces of harm

You know you are ready

And thence and then split

Nor Our Dreams

Our loves could not hold our pieces together

Nor our hates

Nor our obsessions

Nor our skills

Nor our money

Nor our dreams

Nor our aspirations

And so it was that our pieces flew apart

Like dust from a supernova

Never again to meet

Our Dreams Were of Substance

Our dreams were of substance

We collected and corroborated the evidence

The culprit was identified

Giving chase we tripped on our shoelaces

In the insomnolent silence we saw the stars above

We pondered the science of telepathy

Tremors Ran Through the Dust

Sanguine with his content he went AWOL

Slipping on the genes he sank into post-work relocation and relaxation

Alive with possibilities he strode into the room

Falling to pieces he went over a cliff

Tremors ran through the dust

All to impress the girl, and all for naught

Caves opened up in the hills around him

Possibilities stretching to the horizon

But in front, a need to clean the house

*sigh*

The Issues

Some grasp on the issues was needful

We were in no way prepared for them

They took us to the cleaners

And we fought

They tore us to pieces

And we fought

Our favorite lines did not avail us

But we fought

We grew ourselves into a corner

Traumas

Shakily, he bagged up his traumas

And took them to the cleaners

I cannot do this anymore, he said

Whilst knowing all along that he would

Multitudes

The deeps of the ocean

Contain multitudes

I swim by night in silence

Seeking communion with the Earth

Nears the Corporeal Sound…

Each jot & tittle

Renders its intended transcriptions

The platonic set of loaded silences -

The charm is packed & ready, erupting, on the dot

Yet the reference frame is empty, or mirrored;

We walk over the edge

We speak into silences

We venture off into the desert

All the dreams of the city tended to flock together,

Condensing with an atmosphere of oomph..

None of that which was plotted turned up on our porch

But we were not about to advertise it

I espy a song approaching -

&:

noon

Interrupts

We walk

We walk along

The snake walks

The elephants march

A feather for everyone’s headband

In the silence of days of the week

We become other than who we are

But returning for the night

We have meetings:

Anyone, meet everyone

Someone, meet no one

That one, meet this one

Young one, meet old one

~

Beyond and about our meetings

All of us rush for the exits

Never ceasing to take stock

All our pieces fly together,

Once in a great while;

They plunge into it en masse, A to Z, lock, stock & barrel,

Anywhere you might try to go,

And with anything you might be apt to do

Happenstance

Summer dreams all fly in a glitter of dust

Under drama the pile grows stale

Series of ages to walk through

Some happy, some sad

Some drama piles on the sadness

Aglitter the lashes flutter

Some dreams grow by stages

Aglitter the trauma fades in

Some dreams leap by bounds

A recollection drifts down the pipe, bursting into flames;

Speculation rings you up

A tremulous voice on the other end

A stark reminder of no guarantees

Languid seething neurons under your skin

Ideations
~Loopdemous~

I take my part and play it well

It goes along like this for a while

Soon it is full on:

Love like Summer

Love like the rain

Love like the oceans

Love like the mountains

A love to surpass all others

In growth we tell it well

We sing to the planets

We sing to the oceans

We sing to the stars

We sing with our hearts

And all is right in our corner of the world

Finite

Our time upon this Earth is finite

But in the love of truth we see

We see our terrors and our hatreds

And our loves and our compassions

Our time upon this Earth is limited

But our depth of instantaneous experience is infinite

A bottomless sea

Fantasies’ Fugue

Your love is mine

And mine is yours

We grow together like twining vines

We seek for that which holds true;

Our love was boundless

But missing it is true

Our love was boundless

But binding it is true

Our love is boundless

And singing it is true

And as I do this

Nothing else comes up

My mind is the picture of the one-track

My love is boundless

And enacting it is true

Your love is infinite

And my seeing it is true

The death of circumstances surrounding me

Endings and beginnings

We grow up together, you and I

An ending to my dependence

A beginning of our political careers

You treat with the opposition

I organize the community

Their love was boundless

We saw it and we knew it

Their love was boundless

We reached for it and permeated

Their love was infinite

We helped it become a force of power

The community reformed itself

Into a fierce force to be reckoned with

It grew its links stronger

Its love ever greater

Its conflicts ever resolving

Its acting as a union

We acted as the progenitors

And then watched the life we sparked

Come into it’s own

Pairing

ONE

Breathe deeply,

Some trials go on for ages

But we are not yet prepared for life,

Boldness and vision needed -

But the love is not there,

Not strong enough,

As our doom approaches

And our liberation

TWO

In our timings we were off

But under our lovers we saw the stars

Grasping at threads of unease

We found a peace of silence

Needing to triple our incomes

We sold out

Or got roommates

Tunneling into the West

We found ourselves staring

At a beast

THREE

Some deals go sour

But our loves always back us up

In time we fall

Into the real

Crush Haiku

Seven [droplets/raindrops] fall

Islands of sanity sigh

Walking, talking, Lee

Sonnet

Time to go and time to trust

Time to wean and time to lust

A time to love and a time to kill

A time to devour all the pills

A place for you and a place for me

A place beneath an olive tree

Seven red roses I declare

That you’re the one who is most fair

evening

A Symbol of Longing

A chance of death

Circumvents your layers

Needing a planting of roots

To bring fruition

A riled weather cloud

Bounces through the sky

Requiring a flourish of trumpets

To bring rains

A chance of happiness

Pierces your armor

But you are running too close to the bone

To grasp it

A little lie

Penetrates your ears

Needing belief

To extend tendrils

A silver lining suggests itself

But will not be

Without further effort…-

Alas, oh woe, you long only for drink!

A list of pathologies

Trails from your heel

But none dare suggest

That you shed it

In the red dust

A symbol of longing

Impressed upon the Earth

Heeded by none

A Nation’s Interlude

The driftwood of our lives

Washed up on some foreign shore

We glistened

But the sun was not amiable

It was fierce

Our dominance was unquestioned

But we knew not how to live

A spiritual deadening

Infected the nation-state

There was no truth in advertising

And all our wars came to naught

Consumer culture reigned

Even as millions languished

Permanently jobless

The driftwood of our lives

Washed up on some foreign shore

We did not recognize our new homes

But the animals and winds around us

Did not pause for our alienation

They went about their business

And we, perplexed,

Eventually tried haltingly

To get on with ours

Stories

These layers

of old wounds

pile up

and in a weak moment

erupt

Collapsing

A series of fires

A nod to the angels

A truckful of illusions

Untold stories

ripple out across the water

upsetting the bobbing flotsam

in a left handed kind of

Silence

On the Wire and on the Wave

A fetter in the ocean

Sinking to drown with the handcuffs on

The little girl with long hair and her dolly

Poison feeling up your breasts

A challenge to seeing all the things

You rock in the corner with your pain

The time to wake up is upon you

Needles pierce your skin with methyl fire

You float in a dissociative ocean

Clear the boards for your next trip

On the wire and on the wave

We sing in time to save thee

Granted asylum, granted rest

A truth precludes us from saying

Four in your corner, four against

The vote must come up again later

The supremes are not your friends

Silence is the law of the land

Dreaming of Days Past

Dreaming of days past, he unloaded his car

He went into the motel

He lay down on the bed

He turned on the TV

He went to the mats with the bourbon bottle

Collecting and collating his thoughts, he grew in unease

He traveled the seas of the mind

Revoke

The superego all unchanged

The limit of life was discovered

The limit of life was distraught

Not to be seen, he lived out his life

Your pieces were falling to shards

Your shards were falling to splinters

Ungranted, revoke the rights

Revoke what is true and holy

Revoke what you knew and what didn’t

Revoke the penalties and prices

Revoke what lies in your heart

We Wanted What We Wanted

Something wicked this way comes

All the collected seasons

Right from wrong or wrong from right

It all comes down to this one day

All alliterations from the hues -

A demonoid picotent starts in
Your loves were your downfalls
Your feelings were ready
You needed what you needed
The dreams collected:
The dreams collected
We knew that for which we saw
We wanted what we wanted,
And we took it

Dreaming together we looked at the sky

Sighing together, we looked to the moon

We drank it in

Needing a silence, we started clamor

All together we were

midnight

Correspondences

Trickster spirits come dancing

The symbol of a sticky situation

Unmentionable

Categories of things sift into conspiracies

Everything is a symbol of something else

Solitude

The silence of the day

Perforated by pills and goals

One thing leads to another

And all is accomplished

Yet I am still alone

Small Talk

….but there wasn’t any error, all the lies -

:came together, no one questioned them;

{ all alerting others to the weather .

- singularly absent of demagogues ..:

:a spectacle was joined ever nightly *..

#inside, the notes were compiling upon a desk . . {

Ghost Operators

it rankles suburbia to know these things:

no one drifts into the silence of dreams

some people go their whole lives without

a battle axe is not a paper fan,

though, at times, the inverse -

and then, sometimes,

a hotchpotch of entities hexie-hops from out the picture frame

Blood Capital

an artful hawker collects souls on a street corner

save me from the day

a clumsy galumphin’ thing comes dancing by

trampling the sitters, upending the babes

a monster on the rampage in white lace

an orchid in a window silences you

some people go hawking war souvenirs

Skittle Sizzle

Singe

A wave ripples up the grass

Like a radio, I singe eardrums

Something happens to a man to make him whole

Where is the art? Where is the artifice?

Has my poet’s brain been singed

And charred?

Crater Fogs

We grow into our pants

Like the weather on the moon

The droplets re-form on our brows

We cloud our thinking

With billows of sweat steam

Tearing Away

Doctors were unable to assist

Stop. Please Stop. Please Advise.

Walking, you jump into the pool

We tear the bleating away

We tear the tears away

We tear the mothers away

We shift into gear

Assemblage

Bubbling up like submerged fire

The words array themselves for battle

Needing a little space to grow in only

A prayer for verbal brilliance is said, on paper

Let it be so

INTERLUDE *&

Demonoid Spake Thus

Demonoid picotent drew by the side, and coming to close, he spake thus:
Do not dream of the beastly things, do not cover yourself in them nor trouble yourself with them, the error of the play was not wholly yours, nor are the troubles of the night. in the sideways glance of time we dream

Demonoid picotant spoke thus:
It was ever thus so, ever thus so and so, or so-so, as the case may be and if not it was trauma. In the sideways glance of time, as the case may be, or if not it was, we were in the letter of the law, but in it we took off into the night, but in the glancing blows of midsummer of all the needs we talk, and talk, and talk, and we are in the glimpsing of the night, the trauma of the weirdness, such as is the like of the creepy guy, but not as if which is who, but thus do not go gently, see disclaimer

Demonoid picotent went to the well to draw water, speaking ever thus and so about the time trials of the enchantments of the waters and the hamstringing of hope

All your time in the well was not wasted

Ever of the trees we were not there, but here, nor everywhere, we of all the small ones were demons but not but not of the Earth, of the stars

Demonoid picotant inquired as to our health

We were ever thus and so, but see disclaimer

Paranoid schizophrenia, of course, said the faithless narrator

In the wails of the women we hear the tears of the fathers

All in the sequence of steps to doing it came the timings of the ways and means

Words upon the wind were spoken

Demonoid picotent said it was ever thus

JABBERWOCKY

-Cook- * Cook/Up

The beauty of the dreams uncounted

Not to be taken uncertain in times of transcendence

Animations and travails were wrought of the oceans of speculations

All on the way to roughness is the waking instant

Being, he wrought mathematics

Being, he opened his heart

Being, he propelled the conversation

Ceasing, he became more

Ceasing, he unwound too many times

Ceasing, he overlooked many flaws

Beginning again, he cooked up

Chicken and Egg

The Jabberwock begins

Beginning, it sees

Seeing, it does

Doing, it creates

Creating, it makes a chicken

Thus settling the chicken and egg problem…

The problem settled, it spoiled the chicks

Spoiling the chicks, it then devoured the mothers

Cooking the soup, things happened

When things happened, a zeppelin exploded

The explosion occurring, fire rained down from the sky

The fire landed on a flock of pomeranians

The woof-woofs scattered and set all alight

Enflaming, the Jabberwock crows

Two Birds Nesting on a Page

The twigs pile up

Pen stroke by pen stroke

Two birds nesting on a page

Build and construct,

In near silence

The occasional tweal of sound

The nest building out

Into the third dimension

As Escher works his magic

A tweal, and another, and a twull and a chirp

The birds build into the page, tunneling

The nest not yet complete, turns in on itself

Turns out on itself

Turns into a pile of words

Entering the mind as a bullet of geometry

They engage a fifth dimension

Building their nest

Laying their eggs

That their chicks may fly in and out of hyperspace

Surpassing all humanity

All but Escher, And I

Pandemonium

The violence of the bespectacled Jabberwock was uncounted

It tore apart cabinets, devouring everything

It fractured cliches and upturned zeitgeists

It incited revolts everywhere

The hatted persons tried to calm it, but it said, “no, this must be done; for the children.”

The hatted persons, understanding, stood aside, and even partook of a dabble of incitement themselves

Twerking, the Spirits of Willful Disrespect of Elders had a go with the ball’o’chaos, too

Gleefully, the Elders started screaming “Turn that awful music down!” at everything, even silent things, for this was just the moment they had hoped for to shine

The pandemonium increased a notch

In the midst of it all, demonoid picotent sat, quietly playing chess with the ghost of Lao Tzu, ever the contrarian

Work bled over into play bled over into mayhem

The Jabberwock squirmed through firewalls and set electronic weasels on the disks

Happening, it drank in the ether

Happening, it swallowed the resultant space

Happening, it consumed the detritus and flotsam

Being, it toiled at its revolts

Being, it rejoiced with the dawn

Being, it tightened the chains of Azathoth

Ceasing, it extinguished the last flame

Ceasing, it watched the people strike matches

Ceasing, it waited for the new equilibrium

Ending, it reseeded and began again

The Dreams of the Ages

The dreams of the ages:

To transcend,

To find love,

To know the alien,

To create life,

To give birth,

To make great art,

To grow rich,

To die suddenly,

To know the divine,

To attain ecstasy,

To love, To dream, To create,

To know not hunger or thirst,

To have light at night,

We go on on our boats floating on a sea of sensoria

And knowing some dreams but not others,

Attempt to be satisfied

Neurotic

Stumbling through the silences,

Ever so slightly -

Neurotic -

But ages;

And ages;

We drum up support,

Collecting demons,

And needing no noise,

We fall into spaces,

And wander in dreams.

The Revolt Ever to Collect Its Due

Filling the waters with unstable ideas

The Jabberwock waxes with apoplexy

The waves roar up tremendously in air that immediately had been still

Deep beneath, crabs scuttle a little faster

Pennies dropped in the wishing well vanish in bursts of light

The seas churn

The lakes bubble

Controlled technologies burst the bonds placed on them

The waters to extend to include the blood and cerebrospinal fluid

Everyone begins to run a slight fever

Unchained verses dissociate and disidentify

All mirrors reverse reflections

The dishonest do not show up

Drunken revelers spill out of the bars

Mutations occur

The Jabberwock keens with sparks

To the unstable ideas it pours on the cosmic perspective

Cooking with gas now

The lore unfolded as revels turned to riots

Anarchists moved all the street signs

Guerrilla crews painted everywhere

The alligators in the sewer doubled in size and grew an extra pair of legs

Undone and undone and undone, the conservatives declare a lunatic war against all

But their former forces are preoccupied

Unstable ideas reign

And all the large arms have disintegrated

Indecent paraphernalia rain from the skies

On a trip to the border she exits consensus

The eight-ball is sunk, the weather is salty

The home-schooled little monsters learn insubordinance

Indigenous people everywhere seize the means of production

And as the lightning flashes, presidents resign

Unstable ideas cause bulges in the water pipes

The cosmic perspective strikes many with starry eyes

Dogmatic people begin to lose hope

Discordians understand the situation perfectly

Bicycle day comes everyday from here on out

Unstable people come reglued

Sex is in the streets

The feathered Jabberwock inverts and multiplies, negates and amplifies, humbles and empowers

The phase change is only beginning

Society becomes more fluid

Gardens come up everywhere as property lines loosen

Compost piles proliferate

Instability being necessary to healthy stability

Withdrawing for a moment for personal reasons, the Jabberwock preens

In his absence the communities again organizing as the pitch of the waters eases

Initiatives are started

All along different lines

Returning the Jabberwock vaporizes an inexhaustible store of wild thoughts

The wild thoughts permeate the air

The seas rebubble

Twirling through the air the pixies sprinkle dust on the heads of every third one

The radicals rebalance and seize the moment

The starry eyed are moved to creation

Or to declaiming in the public squares

Declaiming the many bespectacled thoughts coming so fast like crossing meteorites

Thoughts of poetry, Apocalyptica, Jeremiad, Americana, social theory, manifesti, and many more

Thoughts of otherworld adventures, dreams, hallucinations, schizophrenic adventures, the best and most terrible and most comforting trips, odes to the birds, interventions from faeryland and parallel universes, and many more besides

Rants, politics, community, the pleasures of home, medium-like exchanges, the thoughts of the animals and plants, and many more, they declaimed

In the filtration of the idiomatic and literal meiosis the Jabberwock applied benevolence

Those of cruelty began to come unglued

Falling by the wayside, monetary transactions were looked on as declassé

Rewilding began slightly as birth control proliferated

The revolt ever to collect its due was collecting, at last

Drawings both permanent and chalky collected on all the sidewalks and streets

Symbolizing smalltalk, the chatter of the birds was unruly

In and above all of it, the Jabberwock crowed with delight

Its mission completed, the Jabberwock coiled in the Marianas Trench, or perhaps on Mount Vesuvius for a catnap

Raucous peace overtook the Earth

And more was yet to come

A Crow Flies in the North

A crow flies in the north

Dodging hawks, roosting in trees

Cawing to the winds & rains & Gods & birds

Indifferent to the peoples’ views of it

A crow that uses tools

A crow that remembers who the bad people are

A crow that will guide the faithful to their destiny

A crow flies in the north

Eating what crows eat

Casting its silhouette against the sky

Warning you not to cross the street

Informing you of how your imaginary war is going

Seeing through your delusion to your shining heart

A crow flies in the north

Hopping on the ground

Moving with its comrades

Moving the votes around

Collecting your dreams

Telling you secrets

Remembering ancient history

A crow flies in the north

Doing what crows do

Most mystical of birds

EPILOGUE

People of the Moon

Our moons were shaped by many things

But most of all tenderness

The emissary came to us by night

{ -they- } traveled over rocks and hopes,

Slipping on dreams

They came with doves

Releasing them into the night

Toucans sprouted from all the cacti

The pendula of the night-lamps

Wandered, glisteningly

To the council we took it

On our soil we would allow the Tigers

If they would abide our laws

Ancient tomes of symbols were consulted

As our night arose at it’s fiercest

The symbols unfolded into tones

Singing the winds to sleep

The heavens wept

Our warriors rode out to meet the sun

But the people were experiencing many changes

Lovers quarreled

Phantom voices were heard

Dreams of complex objects and processes were had

Our lives had changed

All the aloes transfigured into great winged insects

And flew to the stars

Grappling with all these changes

The people felt weary

The trains ran on time

But anymore no one rode them

People spoke in tongues, and danced

Around great fires

On the solar plain,

Under the moon

The heavens sent us emissaries

But many were dissatisfied

Not all heard or saw the same things anymore

Things were changing

And nature was no longer ours

FINAL POSTLUDE AND OUTRO

AS YOU DISINTEGRATE
…you have been warned…

At all times remain alert

The driftwood of the days is piled by the carpenters shed

Although the disclaimers were valid,

None were said to apply in the case of killer bees

With the artistry of the spinflips

The masques of the Piskies went unnoticed

At all times remain alert

Do not allow either Piskies or killer bees to sneak up on you

Alert

The fire ants in their castle demonized the ranging of beings

And being all aflutter,

Took to infesting the Internets

CONCENTRATE,

CONCENTRATE,

The Nightmares take hold of your skull

Under the covers the fleas wait

Crack an egg on your head

Feel it running down your back

Concentrate

As the night fades in,

So does the trauma

ALERT

At all times remain alert

As the fighter-bombers fly over your head,

So the barrel bombs explode by your house

CONCENTRATE

As the trauma sharpens,

So the pain in your stomach

CONCENTRATE

As the concertina wire,

So the widening gap between young and old

CONCENTRATE,

CONCENTRATE

As the tentacled horror,

So the pain of the sex crime victims

CONCENTRATE, ALERT, ALERT

As the colonizers and imprisoners in Israel proceed like an anaconda

So the genocidal fascists in Syria

As the war crimes all over the world,

So the decline of the semi-free states,

No human living truly free

As the rise of the demagogues

So the gridlocks of parliaments

CONCENTRATE

The wildebeests flee from the onrushing storm

All the amphibians do die off

The tornado rips the downtown as much as the trailer park

CONCENTRATE

As the animals struggle up mountain peaks,

So the trees and grasses all do drown

ALARM

CONCENTRATE

As the money is flushed at the casino,

So your insurance denies payment

FOCUS

CONCENTRATE

As the shadows infest your mind,

So the rot creeps up from your toes,

As unemployability rears its ugly head

So come the tragedies and regrets of earlier lives,

As the moon-mice set the people-traps,

So Demonoid waxes and wanes,

As the comet approaches,

So the sun expands to red giant,

As your reason defines and decompiles,

So your reason refines and defiles,

As your reason rises,

So your reason unravels and untangles,

As your reason untangles, so the superstrings decohere

As you disintegrate, you think:
ALARM
not as of which but of who, to meet your maker or not to be, the handgun in your hand, the handgun in my hand…all the sexual frustrations -- but see disclaimer…the totaled amount of ways and means amounts to not even a pile of dust, but as if the other, when your time arises, such as is the like of the creepy guy, or the rabidity of the christ-figure, much like when your mother told you but also not, in the demonization of the innocents, Demonoid wrought eternal…but as if the dreams of the Chaosticon; eternal; but fragmentary; piecemeal; but anatomical and atomical and axiomatical…and as of which but not of who, burn disclaimers; but otherwise and thus and so, all your axiomaticals and theorems are lost; but not of woe; oh of splendor - paranoid schizophrenia of course, and oh of splendor
CONCENTRATE
DISINTEGRATE
in the annals of the moon time, oh of the dance, of the tidals of the moon-ants, of the orgies of the moon-mice, oh of the solars of the storm, oh of the darkness of space, oh of the gibbering of the azathoth.
in the brief silence of time, delete;
in the brief silence of time, stir;
in the brief silence of time, do not declare, but fall;
the pages, the horror, the fallen
the fallen.
in it not as of Which but of Who, Not as if Other but of That, demonstrably deficient, but otherwise unwise and in time you all shall know, or perhaps shall know nothing, but as of which of the times did you know of your guilt, or did you ever? Were you ever of the uncaringness of children, or were you merely of a sniping mind? if ever of them there was a demon, it was you, and in the brief quiet of the minutiae of the interstellar spaces, you implode
ALERT
CONCENTRATE
in the edges of the alleyways, or not of other but of thus, or although of thus only of some, but iniquity, inequity, unquietude, and excruciatingness, ever though of which the birds, but so many unqualified remands of the Aye votes, all under the grass of the park you defile, all under the burbling of the fountains you impair, all under the comparative quiet of the riot you exult; with the riot you exult! With the stream of the window smashing of the glasses of the alienation of the oligarchs, of the hangings of the communist party, of the firing squads of the west, of the kathryns and angies and maggies and angels; anjelica; - the sciences of the times, the deletions of the elusions, of the elopements, of the quietude of the sage, of the building up of the moments, and of the –
STOP
CONCENTRATE

Demonoid spake thus:
echo, echo, echo, but do not demand, do not defile, speak never for others, only to yourselves, do not dream but be, do not do but do not, do not marry but fuck, do not say the words, oh but if you know of which ones…is she going to say the words?! .. not as if which but if who, thus do not go gently, determine and refine, revolt and rejoice, recover and remain poor, ever into the night we dream, ever into the day we act, till the stones and till the soil, ever into magic we recount, ever into victory we turn, ever our buds turn into flowers and into petals on the ground, but ever uncertain, be no wise certain, but be quite sure, do not recant but ever uncoil; unfold and be god

The splitcase boy understood perfectly

Scattered to the winds were the wings of the multifaceted words

About the Author

Cooper Dozier is a self-taught poet who is trained in the analog and digital visual arts and well-versed in computer technology, assorted sciences, and the interactions of biomolecules , particularly psychoactive ones. He is interested in ideas about scale and information propagation & mutation and cultural topologies. Several people have told him he’d make a good mental health counselor. He took a weekend poetry workshop in 2009 and has since published over 1000 blog posts at Mindfire Cantata and others. Between December 2015 and March 2017 he sent at least 744 postcards, each holding unique text, primarily poems, and art of his design in what he has retroactively named Discordian Postcard Conspiracy, some of which can be read at Poetic Postcards. He is slated to be a Tupelo Press 30/30 Project poet in Summer of 2017. Series C of Discordian Postcard Conspiracy is pending release of the ebook Synaptic Syntactic: of unbounded phases and entangled echoes which benefits from 14 months of re-reading and edits of a different title. He is developing a glyph-based creativity/brainstorming/divination tool to be called VerseCubes, as it will involve 3D printed dice, involving math/logic, science, and other glyphs, some he has invented or re-purposed. He is beginning a new prose blog called Synapse Weaver: fine tuning living rhythms, on topics including cooking for one+, meditation, spirituality, methods of writing, environment, and biomolecules. Additional info & works at Psychic fugue Studio.