#labyrinthean
Everyday caught
In the labyrinth of mind,
I am,
Where dreams,
And desires
And lust,
From nothing
Conspire something.
Destination: Canada Water.
The next station is Surrey Quays.
Doors will open on the right-hand side.
Exit here for Goldsmith's College.
In the cerebellum
Fragments flash cerebrum bright:
Wheels in tunnels burn,
A neural screech amplified deep,
As waves of electrons churn,
And in multiple places keep.
This stop:
- My birth -
Is in Westminster!
It’s time:
Do you love me?
DO YOU LOVE ME?
Yes, No, Ohhh (the audience).
In the space-time continuum,
The labyrinth is forever,
Within a fourth dimension.
It’s time …
You love me, right?
YOU LOVE ME, RIGHT?
Yes, No, Ohhh (the audience).
**********
DEATH FREE
**********
ASH FREE
Lost in the labyrinth: a journey to an exit.
The Overground train pulls!
And from floor to ceiling,
Between vertical orange pins,
A medley of languid listless limbs lulls,
Seated hips,
Angled legs,
Dangling feet,
And neck-less heads,
Lost, ghoul-like,
The disconcerted move doggedly on,
Everywhere somewhere; but forever nowhere
Through London's hills and bogs.
From STOP to STOP,
In the labyrinthine network,
In tubes splayed out on cubes,
Of bright brushed viscose comfort,
Overhead, the ads exhort:
Top Up Your Soul,
Fast Forward Your Escape
And
uSwipe
uSwitch
uSave
Like these,
A hundred escalating messages,
Each more insistent than the last,
Compel, enough to distract,
So man’s desire enslaves his heart.
Its time…
You love, right?
YOU LOVE, RIGHT?
Yes, No, Ohhh (the audience).
**********
DEATH FREE
**********
ASH FREE
How? Why?
Has bacterial sludge,
Built these edifices of glass and steel.
This labyrinthian cage,
Whose walls race up at the speed of light,
While the inner commuter flame gutters,
Everywher, in multiverses,
Supernovas explode in showers.
And for a moment, in the moment, The Overground chromatic glows.
New Cross Gate, Canada Water, Southwark.
Lit and digital and LCD:
ALL CHANGE, PLEASE.
THIS TRAIN TERMINATES HERE
A few automated steps, and:
Southwark,
Green Park,
Then Baker Street,
Appear, fade and disappear.
Now walking down Belsize Road,
On the evening of the
Super Gibbous Moon,
As it rises high over the Ziggurat dimensions of the Alexandra Estate,
And all is blood orange at dusk,
As I, a slinking silhouette,
Make for the event horizon of home,
For surely given, and taken,
A few more bends, another turn,
It’s time, again.
Love, right?
LOVE, RIGHT?
Yes, No, Ohhh (the audience).
**********
DEATH FREE
**********
FREE ME.
To the event horizon of consciousness,
To that black hole at the core.
In death's star-like eye,
Embrace, pass through,
(Fear not),
On, through the labyrinth northward,
Entering and exiting,
We go awhile, a little longer.
Stars, my Stars,
Again, it's time.
You love me, right?
YOU LOVE ME, RIGHT?
Yes, No, Ohhh (the audience).
SU-PER-NA-TU-RAL
SU-PER-NA-TU-RAL
DEATH FREE.
LOVE!
BE,
WINGS FREE:
SU-PER-NA-TU-RAL
One more stop:
New Bond Street.
GET BEYOND
DESIRE,
BEYOND THE LABYRINTHEAN LIE,
CONSUMER, DIE!
BE
MATERIAL FREE.
Last stop:
No-name, this one:
BE:
SU-PER-NA-TU-RAL.
SAY IT:
SU-PER-NA-TU-RAL
SU-PER-NA-TU-RAL
DEATH FREE.
LOVE!
BE,
WINGS FREE:
WE ARE:
SU-PER-NA-TU-RAL
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC