WORLD CONSTRUCTION KIT

There…
…the great and everlasting tablet
Etched with fire and sovereignty
upon the alabaster walls of Jehovah
His world construction formula-
“a post apocalyptic guide to creation and possible futures”

Truth is immediately hidden in front of my face
I have not the eyes to see it
And so the lives of many become acronyms;
Become equations and eventual wastelands

Shifting slowly and without feet
I voice my desire to see the distant

… I am in a room…
A woman looks out a round stone window

{I hear a whipping and scraping
The wind moves impatiently through the branches
Of some 10 and 90 trees.

She motions as the to turn
Sensing that I am here –
She lingers and I cannot see her eyes;
I blink; she is facing the outside.

A theatre in the secret London
1918.
Twenty-three of us gather to watch her;
Between our lucid opium dreams,
She moves across the silent scratched film.
Sensual, erotic,… I cannot see her eyes as she is looking for me
amidst the sweating and panting crowd.
She is called to from the distant
The woman looks longingly out a round stone window.
She motions as to turn
Sensing that I am here…

The film skips
and repeats this endless moment…

the projector ticks…
the film is still going.

A child cries in the far away
I harken to the sound
A voice calls out my name
A dizziness overwhelms me}

I wane ever so slightly
Dripping confused waters
Where the dew becomes visible vapor
And the condensation a veiling haze

I am fixed, afar in the infinities
I am amidst the Keepers of time.




My weeping is uncontrollable.
I shake and look frantically for answers…
I attempt to communicate the unbelievable thoughts –
But my wet moans are stolen from me.

Great chasms pass beneath me
(representations of generations)
And unto great limitless fields
a neutralization of color
lit by some unspecific light.

In the lowest octaves
a singular cube shifts into vision,
it hails both destruction and rebirth
for a globe…
it is inconclusive in size.

Hidden away in a human scent
Is the elemental existence of god
And as it washes over me subliminally
I am revealed to terra formed secrets.

I wander deep within caverns
Extradimensional; neither in day nor dusk
I stand in the spring and aftermath
Constructed ruins; half-light

Two beacons arise as figure heads
Two separate horizons standing high above the mountains
Geometries of heavenly proportions

Each a scope of promise
Each a calculation
Each an ending.

I feel drugged…
But I can move my head.
To my right, gazing out the window
Is the choice maker,
Expressionless…

Feminine…

Strapped to her back is the mode by which to choose.

She is tortured; controlled
A mouth piece for the Keepers.
Wires lead out from the mode –
They run to a table and to a receiver –
It records the vibrations of creation.

…There…
The answer to life exists…
Stored in the constructs of man,
Where The Almighty God can be heard speaking…

Where only the lost can hear…

03/14/2010

Author's Note: This is another entry for my project "The Six Pageants". The fourth was "The Understanding" which can also be found here.

Posted on 03/14/2010
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