2006-05-02 - tonic boom
in younger years I looked ahead
to what was yet to be
"if I awake before I'm dead"
I mused, "I hope I'm free...
Free from from this condition
in which I find a mind
that moves me in position
to help itself unwind
it's like I'm in a vortex
of some magnetic flux
cross-polarized in context
of fields where there inducts
atomic chain reaction
electromotive force
an opposite contraction
a time zone gone off course
just at surface level
staying fixed in space
as the global rebel
continues in its race
passing through the windows
of timeless interchange
where random chance like winds blow
on each revolving range
a mind folds back upon itself
like layers that combine
in the crack of every shelf
are closets by design
the child beholds the face
in the looking glass
of time as fixed in space
staring at the past
the neophyte peers forward
at the old man looking back
and strains to hear one more word
to keep his feet on track
but in the closet of each soul
are skeletons to come
ancient artifacts which stole
away too far for some
-they cannot be recovered
for time has yet to roll
the future and past covered
turned back upon the scroll -
away too far
away too far
until they come to be
just beyond the boulevard
of what waits there for me
many things evade the eyes
and science knows not yet
the volume, mass, the maximum size
of every minuet
of gender not engendered
and catals in the lyst
and things not yet remembered
which somehow pre-exist
outside of time's dimension
it all amalgamates
into this pre-extension
of solid matter states
and spirits now departed
still make their presence known
enacted on and started
by winds outside the zone
blood which cries out from the ground
and whispers of the heart
varying in vibrant sound
they testify, impart,
perception from a single point
of reference in the graph
and random interminglings
join in to one big laugh
roaring like an ocean
with risings, falls and dwells
a static-like commotion
discharging private hells
violences and raging fires
passions of self-willed
dreams and longings of desires
and vows gone unfulfilled..."
outside the 3D model
this compact time and space
the glazier blows the bottle
with fire in his face
he vacuums out impurities
and fills chaotic void
offering securities
to those his will employed
before the process started
before the gases lit
before his breath imparted
the words which will not quit
He made them all come clear to me
amidst the frenzied blast
when fallout threatened eerily
to circumvent the past
when splitting atoms tore a hole
into the march of time
and energies rose from the soul
of man caught in the crime
and old foundations strong and true
decayed in meltdown matter
because the ancient point of view
was lost in empty scatter
amidst it all his expert hand
and patience without end
extends to all across the land
and calls you as a friend
and that's how minds once blown are cured
and nomads lost come home
when trust is true and reassured
the truth will never roam
no matter what the outcome is
it stays in fields of gold
where spirits long to re-envision
that which has been told
there is a way
the only way
the way the planets sing of
there is an order of the day
and nature plays the ring of
that which is unseen
that place beyond the green
the generator of the field that comes to intervene
and guide us down the darkened halls of this uncharted scene
to make us rise above the death and terror in between
with light and love the likes of which this world has never seen.
the generator of the field who calls us as his own
and guides us down the darkened halls of this uncharted zone
with light and love the likes of which this world has never known
with light and love the likes of which this world has never known.
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