LOOSE CANNON

LOOSE CANNON

someone, something,
sent me a hologram
from
  a time beyond time
the space
   inside of space

whoever, whatever
I assume him, her, it
must
   be a,loose cannon

and here ot comes now
first piece in
our newest, craziest jigsaw

waiting for it to sublimate
so we can get a decent perspective

thing not
   unlike Kybrick’s monolith
fast, too fast
    for the old physics
to catch, label,
comprehend

retrograde orbit, skimming
the planets of our system

leaving us with many
open-ended questions
we
   can really do without

sneaking in
   from Sagittarius, that
wildest of
all horoscope signs

if music of the spheres
        this a door a portal
to bizarre
composition
       and this the structure
for six or so
million years
    compressed into that eleven mile wide frame

maybe
    not its first, inaugural visit

maybe it wave surfed past
these shores long before

and who at the wheel
at the.end of the day?

what
    soundscapes landscapes
conjured up
this form?

we about
    to be probed  weighed
and measured

could this apocalypse now
song have
         nailed it better

enemy mine
        beautiful friend

Sagittarius Jim
singing the end

     that sign just birthing
loose
   cannon after cannon

thing
   breaking through
from some other side
(every
     best song
             prophetic
showing prescience)