Axial Perspectives
is there something out of nothing
nor neither nothingness
but only
the sudden evaporation of something into nothing
a wave unleashed in between
the transformation of otherness beyond reach
a
movement
into an
ever deepening complexity
where time riots in demiurge
& the forest signals the moon its
promise of return
a point
of view
to
listen to the hum of tectonic plates
an ice
floe adrift that remembers
more than a farewell but a tomorrow
before
it was parted in the sea listening to the dolphins cries
cork
& tarp in their wounds
their mercurial
poison in our blood
you who were music to the forest of the
sea
*
where
now the polar bear must change its skin
*
so must
we
*
the
frozen candelabra
a
carousel of swifts
two birds fly from their eyes
viewers
like kites at fight in the skies
a solitary winner will fall
after the
fall
what
is the purpose of flight
what fear when you enter the light
the sea asked the sky
& earth
replied
O flight am i
your birth or death
but
flight
had taken refuge in the forest
but
where there was no city therein
only ruins of tombstones' unknown
origins as if encrypted in a
nothingness
as if the breath
of the
forest
like a migrant
bird were the arc of the arctic
where the reindeer now roam
lost
to slowly pass away
as when
the
flame burnt through
who
did the creature of the fell turn from
back to the flame but you O Sapiens
your fate rises and falls on questions
you cannot answer
your origins
but
still you are entombed in our memory
for we know we will come again
from
before
the
person of the forest is a discourse of persons
all
signals a mockery but for us
you grew
into aliens
already
jealous of flight
already
in fear of our advance
as if
you would outrun it
your big
toe claw clawing at the rock
where now
you have forgotten our embrace
how
deep is your embedded memory
in your
entangled embodiment
of the
moment
you came with the machine
but to what extent does that enhance
our presence
the
forest is an orchestration
it is
also an instrumentation
but a
tree is not a tool
it is a
person
between the overworld
&
underworld
there is equivocation
it is
you O blood
once
when
the gods
were only immanence
persona painted
their existence
until
they faded
even as
shadows fade
into
their own darkness
where we
begin
where
shadows are cast
perspective is a multi natural process
in the
mind of the planet everything has an affinity
it will outlast our fear our fear as monstrous as God
all is
fear
to walk through the avenue of fire
come unto me
for ye shall inherit the earth
as i stand on the highway to see
the roar of the traffic pass
as if a
storm we had ridden
when the what the who we were had already been taken
at the entrance to the shore
mother australopithecus
lucy in the sky with diamonds
trapped now on the avenue
a spectacle to the jingle of chains
O feet why
do i want you
i'd
rather have wings on my heels
Beluga
white dolphin
without wing
homing
drawing succour beneath the ice floe
where the river meets the sea
downstream from the forest
song of the ocean a sonic alphabet
a web of sound we have yet to know
moving northward with nowhere to go
until the gulf of mexico
here today gone tomorrow
your
palace of ice
i listen now for your call lost to us
still i am here upon the shore
or perhaps you outlive us all
deep upon the sea bed's eddies
don't you already know? we listen
but do not understand at all
in those warm seas where you might roam
who is the predator & who is the prey?
beyond
our simulation
our
simulacra
anthropocene
return the pastureland to nature
we ask too much of the cow
given the little we give back
let the predator the herbivore
the pollinator
return
let the buffalo roam
O
detritus spreader - but no
let the cow provide
the anthropocene is not only importuning
it
is invading
there
could be in the world
a
discourse worldwide
but who
speaks first
why does
a plant become a tree
our hunger is as
the hunger of the polar bear’s
eating us
more than a threat to an endangered species
we were that
that made you what you are
on a shoal of whales
Space hangs on
the corners of existence
like curtains gathering
the ghosts of memories
existence forges its own signature
like a fake painting
i stand
in homage beneath its heraldry
as a stranger or as a ghost
you who
have been so long before me
so many
banners so many costumes
so many
hosts to exit from this frame
like a poacher caught in its own
snare
our liberties taken our liberties
given
my children’s children
if you return to the
forest
i’ll be outborne from it
their oppressed whom from before
they’d cannibalised
in plunder
became their slave predicated
non - human
in the Polis
as deaf
as death the bugle blows
the
difference between
in the abyss of echoes
predator
& prey
oppressor
& oppressed
those
who built the gods
made
them also fall
to a
harvest of dead zones
our
epiphanies outraged
no destination Mars
return
to the Jaguar Moon
what is
perpetuation
one is
many is everyone
is everything
is a person
a matter
of perspective
she alone will adorn the many Jaguar Moon
evolution
is but diversity
it will
always come again
but
sapiens are but rapiens
now
their remains
if the world should come again then
come O Jaguar Moon
distill so rank a feline smell as grishkin in a drawing room
who is grishkin O Jaguar Moon
when she’s feline & we
her prey
unless we outlive the day
her kiss that sips our blood like nectar
forest feline fir purring
dusks dawns this
wastrel man
his vagrant days
that like tattered
rags clothe his
face
as autumn leaves
fall
we walk together now to listen talk
where both our persons are now
diminished
before the
tempest of ice
& fire
consumes us once more
but soft ye now I
will feed you with my blood
let me breathe your music as my words
already
bawdy in the day
with
the pantomime we play
on
this our funeral day – hooray
i care not for the molecules of kings
nor the stratagem of regimes
where we walk diminished in our pain
& yet I say we will regain & you
will come again jaguar
moon
forest feline
purring your dawn dusk’s born
hawthorn & the
rowan the red berries growing
a van flashes by our simulacra
i have nothing to offer you
but my blood in your music
beyond our most unreasonable crime
(before
the human territorial voice in)
invades
& after
the
sun shines it’s sudden shine
our
end begins
as I stumble through the straw
but this is beech place not pine
though i guess it’s the same decline
in
the end & the skyline rang out release me
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