Soothsaying Winter
Poem presented at the Weaver's Banquet w/ speech appended (April 2024)
It's small quiet steps,
of weary persistence
that tell the survivors tale
in the depths of winter.
We'd admit we're apprehensive,
it's all too expensive,
admission of the fossilized collective.
alliance, nation,
old lines in the sand
vassal, "state",
new plans and maps
Governance,
economic zone debt trap
Mortuaries made
vessels titled and sold
phylactery of scale
gaiolers patrol
auto-immune drone deployment
"we've no business,
in saving souls"
it's about inversion
conduited energy
grid linked
exchange
conversion
Super-positioned
perspectival retrospective,
victors truth regime amended.
Skin-wearing specter,
hatchet buried neath the pine
skull cracked and dismembered
water flows forth and embers,
"We'll speak softly"
vampiric proposition
"May I enter?"
Panoptic co-intel compliance
watch word:
permissible client
Dissidential
preparation/prevention/retention
Proscriptions descended
from cathedral pulpit
ritual humiliation
questioned in every stage.
whiplash
capite censi
treadmill scaling “beautiful ones”
individuated eunuch class
hormonal behavioral sink
eugenic estimates: "approaching obsolete"
modified diet
"responsible death"
alternated for an
efficiency target
pour out
tip back
a fresh glass of "tap"
or preferred
a subtle hint of BPA lining?
regulated to paint thin
high carb syrup to make your head spin
we make,
you feed
you'll be what you eat
down to the fractal
genomic split
mutable definitions
Everything!
moves and shifts
faith, morals,
ethics, class, distinction, taste,
race..
Riot!
Fellaheen ghettos
helter skelter
tween twilit' Corinthian columns
tribal terroristic sponsorship,
anarcho-tyrannic,
vanguard defiance.
rearranged labi-phallic,
sex spectrum
"can we even relate?"
how many, and who
"trust the same?"
intimate?
in the estimation
size, weight
guess?
height, age, profession,
suggestion play
that
eyes, prize, prey,
pry, pray, take possession
please,
in mirrored relief
a hunger burns
where
fitting witness never renders
satisfaction to satiated surrender.
pause,
new window,
start task.
Translational digital haze,
neural proxy,
apertured in HD clarity.
Ayahuisic filament
wired vein
spinal tapped
opioidic oblivion
lapping,
receding
Septembers eternal beach
Transmitted through
constellated steel angeliarchy
hurtling at 7.66 km/s
inter-played
web woven geographic maze
lense/
hand-wave
shadowed cave
blank slate
algorithmically derived
string theory
of degrees that separate
Calcified sixth sense
standardized and metricized
that you'd feel mistaken
to think you'd ever crossed a border
or turned a same corner
cookie cut condo
boarded crystal gallery
plains of pavement
spire scraped skies
mausoleum of concrete.
“The past is rosy filigree
we're about future
affordability.”
Fjallbo drop shipped
next to the tent city
situation where:
"some assembly may be required"
convenient obsolescent
tit for tat
off the glittering snakeskin leviathan
rolling in with love
from a mega-plex
where a gleaming ad
flat designed caricature presents
"Corporatism has a multinational face!"
Vending today’s
lapel marked sincerity of shared belief
gate guarded identity of the week
20th's 20's
to
21st's 10's
recycled punk habit
at histories end
Academic
theophysic
pendulum swing
paradigm metronomy
choose your correlated category of
oppositional sin.
Faux-sacral anesthetic,
to leave you paralytic apoplectic.
What's worthy?
What's refashioned?
in reconstituted second nature.
When what remains is whims.
In freedoms arranged marketplace
dialogue, debate
observe and wait
while the machine still stands to sate.
We'll scaffold
Gaia's bones
to God's coffin.
Where, what awaits on the horizon?
Calamity?
Salvation?
Who am I to say?
Laocoön or Cassandra?
Ooh, that
that truth would make itself apparent,
bringing such violent silence
to visions of prophecy,
a disquieting intuition.
"We've already let the Trojans in."
When there's no kings,
only stewards fit for tinder.
Speech:
A few words to follow in sharing this piece, and I don't want to undermine its impression.
But I recognize its focus on black pills and "negative vision", as a sort of question or challenge.
If I'm permitted a bit of "Roga et responde" in spinning a positive lense to counter.
We already have the answer.
This. Here, is what we need in the midst of dissolutive entropy.
Reality. Hands meeting, eyes seeing, exchanging perspectives, and staking foundations. Amongst broken bread and shared drink. A formation of unity, the in-conquerable acknowledgments, traditions of life and it's sharing.
Against the Ahrimanic and Luciferic poles that wish to sequester and separate, and a second nature that screams "conform your posture, adapt or die" tempting us toward spiritual cannibalism.
We counter, as long as we persist in the quadripartite balance. Life, truth, beauty, and participating earnestly in this grey constant of reality. Aligning the mirrored self body, mind, spirit, and voice (since as the Christians among us know well, at first there was the word) We will not be hollowed or defeated.
We have nothing to fear, and only to proceed and face the times before us.
United.
We grab the reins, ride the tiger.