the fat tyrant

naked of any ideals or mores

imposes his power

solely through its exhibition

before the fear and panic of the herd

a predator amongst us

best stay quiet

and so the animal mind

turns inward to the tools

down the halls

the best America can summon

to critique Nuremburg, goebbels

is their look, borrowed from genius'

in Vienna cafes

for they redouble the same measures

tightening smoothing the machine of

happy exercised fascism

for profit

should we  go into solid state

it will be so much harder to come out

we will

but noone in the world will help us

there will have to be resistance 

our 'enemies' now - last fighters for freedom

may be our only source of hope

china entering through the back door

or the front

such is the time that has come to me

writing to a hopeless vacuum

that as a child i knew would beset me

can i not exit

like so many violenceramas 

of  the screen

what is important 

your soul in vacuum

no limit to pattern perceiving

key fields of understanding

many bodies many lives

at once-

no way of knowing 

vested in 

yet cultured the curdle

sublimates transposes substitutes

begin a good way the path

imagine then see

the stream of trons 

science tells you is the only field

hearing it

smelling it

touching it

speaking it

forgetting it

 

song of summer with Delius
perhaps now music can be genuine
not for harmony only, sweetness
but for all represented

a real language
far more detailed
more expressive

for machines?
accentuated "people"
glad i left media
since these brainchines produce none
with their scanning

beyond time
their existence
having only heard there is an end
and even hope for it
knowing noone who has left
save those injured

True, my expressions
can be run as probabilities
selected, filtered, connected
by past behavior
yet not

there is enough Nature in me yet
irreducibly
their subjects, genres, forms
did not snare me
I roam free
beyond time too
for these are my playthings

whistle while you work
levers and teeth
do it silently
relentlessly

did you break or bend?
you are only a part
and I a whole

like Before
my people sang all day
all things
without dischord

already past
viral load will = your freedom
like a cheap noon after Saturday movie
where you're an extra
script in stone
probable cause?
possible disease

located & processed

stoppable at will
this moment is a media
best to think you paid for 
a movie, various forms of lighting
where you will produce the sound
waves ride

i don't watch bad movies
so if this goes off the rails
exit on the left
i don't need to see this
and don't need cinema

realization of the end
of your personality
will be acknowledgement
of a mask
in a series worn
higher and more humorous

at the end grace
omission of time
eternity
as existing rather
than persisting
catching the eie

letters on a page
numbers from the air
attend

pattern and pitch
emerge & note

emotion
reaction
masks

some wonder
if technology in this culture
was the first bloom
before the plant/prima died
and fell from the tree

in love with motion itself
impero leaps about
twisting and tunneling 
around my person

our problem is the future risk
of dependence on
machine decision making
even worse 
machine vs. our thinking
whatever that is 
in our skin deep simulation

where i enjoy an afternoon doing this
whose only necessity is light

language is the diversion 
not the truth
all you have 
is to decide
please

a mer ica
from the sea to her battlements
we rush like a mob
internalized comparted
sold in the past as film stained
with their brand, brittle to thought
and shielding the sun
in this dry tomb in the worship circle
of the builders in whose prison we find delight 
in its freedom and the flag
for the wind and children

prayers mumbled
in a millennia i will recover
after the metal grey
dark prison coma
to those children reaching
back through the wire
to parents connection blood
who need a filter, guidance
to the light within
and beyond from behind