Posted on November 12th, 2005 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, words, output.
[intro]
[start bens drums]
[start onion]
untitled poem for a pending global interrupt
ecstatic junction
rapture function
singular
lifted up
or out and into switching valence graded higher levels
a flick of the switch
a click of the dice
and we’re out to beat the devil
revel detailed in the language of the chromosome
linked eusocially
subconscious throbbing metronome
autopoetic feeding
memevoric
schools of thought
just what we is
is just as much about what we is not
[start thumb shuffle]
and in a moment
another moment
momentarily
is of no moment
while we live out our mortality
in extended flash nostalgia dream sequences
filter feel remember though
this is not what you think it is
or what you speak it is
or what you hear it is
or what you want
this living is tricky business
yes it is
this is not what you think it is
or what you speak it is
or what you want
this living is tricky business
yes it is
spin the big gyre of the system wide ecliptic
complex extruded through the work of
noosphere field observers
and if it seems that this communication is cryptic
remember that though it’s about the world
it’s only words
so we miss things
[end big onion]
[start robots]
striving senseless beast brain brutal
against the constraints of the organism
the roots of the fracture schism
the loops of the feedback jitter
[start contemplating massive]
the proofs of the whole big picture
the foolish desperate lifelines
we pin our dreams on
our foolish schemes on
the thin edge of a precipice
going going
rolling deep
gone
[end massive]
[start thumb]
Brownian motion
lessons effected
through autonomy modules
stochastic metastasis
spreading abandonment
losing a hold on the what fors
rowing with one oar up
round in circles
[start plucked]
subtract from the cacophony
a pattern seemly meta stable
viscid liquid flow
exploding roses
machine elf fables
of cydonian canals
and eat me
written on biscuits
[start uglies]
time and time again I’ve said
to the people rise up rise up
but the people don’t hear
they just cackle and chatter
corrupt corrupt corrupt
time and time again I’ve cried
it’s time it’s time it’s time
and the people all the people
screaming people seething people
screeching gimme gimme gimme what’s mine
[second plucked]
sitting selling thinking up ideas for display
praying to the idiot gods before we
stab and swear and struggle through the bloody day to day
chanting out our shiftless torpid litany
let me be a healthy animal
and keep all peril from my back yard
perish the thought of the rotten underside
and keep me please so far from harm
[end uglies]
i don’t know you one from one another one
for me it don’t matter much where you came from
inspired respire
expire spent at the end of things
here in the meantime
breathe with me
[end plucked]
that’s it keep steady
infest the flow
one to another one
brutal
steady simplicity
see how we roll
two oscilators
we’re off and moving
i
need
two
oscillators
[start wasp]
i’m still on fire
got a slow hot burn
more like magma
than a bolt of cold lightning
incandescent
rock melt red churning
boldly explosive
and a little bit frightning
like a grenade in your hand
when you can’t find the pin
like finding grim death
in innocent sin
like biting a fruit
that bites back at your tongue
like the glorious rage
of the mad and the young
like the look in the eye
of delicate prey
is this blaze in my gut
that just won’t go
away
[end wasp]
that’s it keep steady
one to another one
heavy heavy steady
when the bass drops out
that’s it keep it steady
one to another one
heavy heavy steady
here we go
that’s it keep steady
one to another one
heavy heavy steady
when the bass drops out
that’s it keep it steady
one to another one
heavy heavy steady
here we go
[outro]
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