Orbital Resonance

We fall into crevices

yawning open within

folds of our inner

convolutions and then


we drift beneath

the slipstream of

our memories

down river fading

in the silver moonlight




canted from our star whose

radiance keeps hid behind

the face of this world grimacing

alone in the dark along

the mad spiral dance

of its extensive solo


pirouette performance

to a stunning climax before

an absent crowd something of

the barren gets transferred to

the stage and back thoroughly

recycled for the maintenance

of a perpetual continuity




the show must go on

for the satisfaction of

no one but the ghosts

auditioning in the aisle

Circus Act 334

scaving like a carvy rat
sleeting in the byway
careening in a critter
curve skittled skywise
gerfenherders on the
rampaging textes keys
slendered along the
crevices of locksmiths

with enterprises relocating
precious gems and stones
aboundless ascertaining when
their accrued polarity emerges
adjustant to a proleotariat
tip toed on the tight rope

skippy skipping tea
hee haw mistress
one for the knuckle
and two for the show
eight to get married
in a sudden disaster
four to go to court
for a divorce
in the snow five
to hold against them
for the rest of their lives
six to stand ahead of them
while looking for new wives
seven on the circumstance
upon which this condition drives
and all ten watched the nine
see it happen all over again

the carousel's turning not
clockwise nor sound
may keep up with its singular
advancement starbound
toward a pathway carved
next to all the rest left behind
as fossilized tracers lit up

the echoes of everything
 else pick it up
on the sonar so to
speak and its traveling
now all over the course
 of the rocks laid
along the river way
babbling over stones

DEAD SPEECH RESURRECTION

   

    How does the abandoning of an ideal impact the human being going through this?
Consider the impact that nothing has on absolutely everything in the known universe.
This is tantamount to the impact ideals have on human beings absolute zero its not measured.
To begin with, there's no such thing as everything. That's all a made up lie. 

You can see it in reverse at the end of the telescope if you flip the image and magnify it 

back to normal size. There's no denying its no longer the same image but at least it extrapolates 

from the imprint. So do ideals serve as guidelines to shepherd us into a corral, so to speak, 

where we remain more or less in the right neighborhood. What if we feared the freedom

 to speak and advised wisely to all coming into this place that the less one says the better 

overall (for reasons themselves which are best left unstated)?

     It's hard to say, or that is, to refrain from saying, as the case may very well should have been.
If freedom of speech goes without saying then its becoming necessary to justify putting limitations 

on speech. It's this very justification that in fact should be preserved at all costs with the individual 

in order for that entity's rights to be safeguarded. In other words freedom of speech really means 

having the freedom of knowing when not to speak at all, and having that freedom defended at all cost. 

    When everything is A-OK, there really doesn't remain anything of that much importance to say. 

It's when things aren't fine that we need the guaranteed freedom to say what the situation demands 

us to, and no limitation should be imposed nor any presuppositions in whatever guise they may present themselves should inhibit our right to remain silent.  People deserve the right to default back to the 5th in order to preserve their inherent innocence. Speech isn't dead when there's nothing left to be said. Speech is dead when you and I are not allowed to say nothing.  Just as it's most alive when you and I are allowed to say anything we please. 

Metaphagic Bitten Markings

   It was in the darkest sense that he ate her. 

Ate her away up and out from the inside. 

From champing open wide with his mouth 

perpetually glued to the seams. It seems 

unreal thinking about it now her head 

in a whirl memories going around as if 

in a carousel that won't stop with a carnival 

melody that won't slow down in a frantic and 

celebratory mood of abandon it chants repeatedly 

we should take action to consider gloaming along 

on the ride into town as we wander on in we shouldn't 

turn around nor pay any attention to the marauding segues 

to this song charting the territories of the instances in which 

we all must settle down along for the decelerating motion to a stop.