Metaphysical Plane Ride
(homo habalis insecta luminous)



In a brisk fall dusk,
when two seasons shifting
make one,
I fled city streets and urban lights

And arrived at the port
of graceless flying machines,
smelling of forty sleepless nights.

Through a blood-cell flow
of man-made veins,
I found, just where to be
and boarded into warping time

Hugged by my seat belt
the engine rumbled in upward shot
turning the sight of sickly pavement and concrete tops
into mangled television static.

And as we began to coast through
evening set skies and warring clouds

The metropolis down below
began to twinkle
like diamonds,
that a god had scattered across the scope.

From up there, I could still see
suited Erectus, walking on a pavement
that originally pertained to annelid faunus

Thrashing faster and father into vacuumed buoyancy,
the dark space of Holy Matter
I felt as though I were still there, too-

X wraps her warm into Y.
their knees crack into step.
and she gazes breathlessly
into the hand crafted horizon.

For now they are arthropod insecta
arachnid chelicerates, weaving silken city webs
coagulating pulses, beating closer and fiercer than thyne own

Our flying sky ship moans again.
the vibration of its wheels and wings
stretch and tilt in air born waves

A destination arrives
A heavenly realm no more

We hit
in light exhalation,
The machine hums itself to a calm
lights of the florescent lit cave flicker

Some begin to gather and others shuffle
We all make the decline
spill out,
crackling
one by one

into burning country bulbs

02/13/2005

Posted on 02/13/2005
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