Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Continuity. Insulation. Meditation. Progression. Deification.


Cell phones, spaceships, invisibility cloaks,
axes, picks, buzz-saws, cars, the cotton gin,
materials harvested, organs dissected, 
powers from the brown brown earth harnessed,
decoded, manipulated, metal put to new use,
new use, new use, newer use,
elements discovered, elements cooked. 
Eggs.  Cooked.  Over easy.  Cracking that
shell of a chicken egg, smack, smack, and smack.

Puppets.  Space puppets.  Space puppets, invisible.
Invisible space cookie-puppets that talk,
cookies, made with macadamia nuts, that are humans,
human cookies.  Humans offering themselves up
to be consumed, arranging themselves, 
as the synchronized swimmers do,
cookies to be eaten by other humans.

These things bring me, they bring all of us, close to godhood,
they bring us close to God, who is the Man
who speaks through the telegraph, through the cellular phone,
who speaks in a still small voice on sundry occasions, 
and on other sundry occasions he eats cookies,
while pulling on the strings of the puppets. 

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