LOOSE CANNON (2)

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
(dishing out jampacked doses
of panspermia
as
of ancient old)

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)

Panpipes
(a shitload) at the gates of dawn