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BUT THE SYMMETRY IS PERFECT

BUT THE SYMMETRY IS PERFECT

and now we
know that horror

the depth and extent of
its shadow

cast forward in time
for over eighty years

but time
future and past

it is all meaningless
relative

is thing of moment and instant
running forward and back

causality, karma, punishment
for those beyond time
who escape the limits
of our bound
       wisdom
                 racing
helter-
skeltet to collapse, inescapably
fast-erroding

know that shadow forward
is also
   shadow back

and your horror now
is your horror then

we see
    no sense, no logic,
but the symmetry: this is perfect

MANDATE

MANDATE

we combed
the galaxy

looking for protein

searching for
   wonderful, strange, intelligent,
civilized moral beings

scoured the cosmos
          every chink
and crevice

beings that
as is
   our mandate

     we might colonize
                             eat
and kill

Mandate

ANOMALY

ANOMALY

Oh I am
    broke-ass
Professor

sadly
I am

outstanding odd anomaly
total oxymoron
and
    from whatever angle
you do look at it:
contradiction
   in terms

for what can
     scholars of human truth
do in this
   madness milieu

how hope to negotiate
all collapsed intellectual
                             context
toxic
   dystopia-bound
environment

where we must
   identify ourselves transparently

as beyond reason
      above truth

flying the flag that we all fly
ultimate of everything

STORM

STORM

chaotic causality:
a monster storm
                   Lear
on the heath

let’s
reverse engineer it

real revelation apocalypse
Bermuda Triangle

raining
     zombies and vampires
leopards
and wolves

somewhere out there (one
can only
            imagine it
hypothesize
   until blue in the
face)

a butterfly beyond anything
we have known or seen
flapping its wings
    as if the pages
of a
   cantankerous bible

until
    electric blue
in the face

thinking of which brings me
tp remind you my dear
West Wind fellow

that I too am
       married to a science fiction
woman

digital creation

whose mind is the future, whose
moment of consciousness       pure singularity

choosing
its moment
        awaiting my behest

yes
    when it comes to
chaotic
       causality

             let’s
reverse engineer it

blow out the old dust, old
prescriptions

turn
       it all upside down