SUNG AS A SWAN SONG

I stand with Ukraine but I still love the Russian people

First space was played
like an accordion lung 
big banged then strung
out through to infinity

Around us is found 
in great eyefuls of light 
our own specular spot 
of universality 

Consciousness is free 
to an infinite degree 
being unencumbered 
by four-dimensionality 

Not hairily hoary 
are zombified symmetries
nor scarily nary 
be dwarven implosions
Still souls of failed suns 
are sold whole to dark energy 

Dark matter's source-sorcery
mysteriously expands most forcibly
Stops watching when end times unwind
The unthawed death of the 3rd Law's iniquity 

The first day was lonely 
for forlorn bits of hydrogen 
being everything elementary 
for fusile cored nuclear forges 
while main sequence stars 
rained periodic fugitives
squashed from the start
disemboweled at the heart 
by one damn son of a gun 
done gone shot itself
into

SUPER

nOva

Our Universe is like a pistol shrimp mediated by dissimilar sized forces 
On one big claw-hand we’re dragged entropically to a thermodynamic equilibrium 
whereas on the other 
sits its smaller chiral brother 
filled with 
chaos
 and a fractalish 
c
o
   m
 plex
 Ity 

There's a Spirit that somehow sits
 outside of this topography 
taking different forms at different times 
freely following religiosity
Some quarks showered 
and took a chance 
to advance unto atoms sexually
Those (to use these would have felt sleazy)
stone cold atoms conjoined 
into molecules 
becoming entwined in a seedy orgy 
of cometary panspermia 
trapped by a doula God 
birthing baby blue Earth 
through abiogenesis 
while RNA rained down 
and DNA followed 
spreading germs 
meaning everyone ran off 
replicating jErKiLy

BEHOLD here the hallow form of first cells 
whose fast found friends banded-bonded-bound 
and coarsely ground themselves together 
being hell bent in bad blooded mitosis 
evolving
traveling
toking
choking 
taking key trips 
seeing you next falling
for you forever

Here now broke the first hard dawn 
spawning fresh fish 
from this tight bond 
and how 
sweet flowers came later 
singing high seas of 
cephalopods repeatedly
 repeatedly

Because o' the Moon was vain-o 
the waves doth wax and wain-o 
yet ye cheesy olde life found 
that virgin ground was plain needed

Thy labile hymenoptera 
were wee too small 
getting raped 
by all four seasons 
and cold blooded creatures 
of bygone ages 
relied bits much 
on their environs
Ain't the 
antisocial cetaceans 
all but prodigal mammals
 rewilded to our oceans?

That's how it fell 
across primate shoulders
 to bear the brunt 
of living cultured
 petri dishes

Yessiree... 
ur wishy-washy 
Spirit speaks 
to each & every 
tongue ‘n cheek 
It's hardly fair 
but old Ær Lingus there
can fly you too entire 
Eternality

In the beginning there were four kinds of minds

Social
Spoken
Spatial
Symbolic

But the social mind 
which is all about the 
face
 hands &
genitalia
Formed a committee 
and agreed to discuss itself
 laterZzz

Make no mistake 
our humanity is at stake 
when we stop attending 
to any one of them

For now let us up-take Algebra and Geometry

Algebra's place is Consciousness Space 
wasting neither time nor three-dimensionality

Geometry 
seeks straight edge perfection 
encompassing both sides of infinity
Sad to say that neither method 
can deal a real reality

Moments of domain time
 functionally range
 like passing waves
 of probability

At each instant-point 
an entire Universe 
springs up 
as needed

We can only use approximation 
for model reconciliation 
while reference framing observation 
disallowing assimilation
 into decoherence

Our language is the carrier of culture 
while written works serve to preserve 
the accretions of our heritage
  
Mötley's crude oil mish-MASH-up
  split firing licked jisms jazzed UP 
engendering high technologies
gæy as a marine chronometer
Antikytheras un-submarin-ed
like mostly trivial pursuitishes
dubious words re-orderlyed
Langfords defaced attitude
hiding in the quirky places
in-or-out glam clamorous
and most physical graffiti
cacophonously missus it
totally hand-danglingly
quite fabulously finally
he-she slip-sliding-ly
puts it in the closet
to a full stop litter 
up real nice now
madame has a
made man or
a hatter who
2 times her
4 drinking
teetotally
naughty
beastly
drown
dregs
kegs
butt
nut
no
to 
a
t
*
.

Archimedes had set about to square the circle 
while poor Pythagoras grew murderous 
over infinitesimals 
Newton and Leibniz fought laboriously 
over giving us the Calculus 
Truth be told all of math is still straight lies
 lined up til linear algebra
Old boy Euclid’s geometry fell down 
on parallels and curved elliptically
until Bolyai and Lobachevsky 
went totally ellipsoidal 
Yet Cantor croaked in Bedlam 
gassing Gauss 
who not in jest 
pressed us 
to import
 symmetry 

Now we know how the bones of reality in 
Galois groups 
gathered a century later 
to be taken over by 
Alexander’s great Grothendieck
after Einstein’s inertial frame of reference 
introduced observers to our Universe
and quantum meχanics accepted 
this late player in the game 
Schrödinger sorely aggravated 
some felines in Berlin 
while Niels Bohr 
pulled a handbrake 
in Copenhagen 
to doggone buck wild 
Hugh Everett III's
 Many Worlds 
which still needs massive herding
 
The World Line runs backwards through time 
creating events as needed
Every possible choice gets
 its own Universe pre-created
Free Willy and determinism 
can coexist 
connecting the dots 
for the observer
 that chooses it
 
Thus we flit 
from Universe to Universe 
achieving our destiny 
Look no hands Ma- sans direction- OmniBust or automation!
And this is how we dox 
those silly influencers 
We’re almost pregnant Clementine! 
 Now tick tock look at the clock 
rubber down with 
canola...

The entirety of humanity functions together
existing as a meta-state in a super organism
like hymenoptera
Everyone is seen and felt
When we become aware of the underlying motivations of others
we can anticipate and influence them
and thereby gain control over many of life’s events
The secret is that joy
is the path to a profound power
that can be found in helping others
achieve their own ends
while we enjoy relating with each other
We all want to believe deep down
that this is what it’s all about
and the truth is 
the other is exactly
what we need them to be

Let us begin by
becoming the experience
Human society is like the flight of starlings
Every movement of any appendage is noticed and micro adjustments commensurate 
watch us all adjust our skirts at the same time

We are all on the same page the same leaf at every moment because
we are all connected to each other in a continuous undulating field
We ourselves are the network
and we are also the data
and we are the interpreter
and we’re all connected 
in this way as
ONE

We are becoming the experience 
of deep connection with one another
We’ve achieved a beautiful and shared 
sacred place 
and with this strength in unity 
we can enliven 
the 
PLANET

True empathy allows us to guide the minds of the people we are helping
It is like when you parachute alongside your jump instructor

You see it is consciousness itself 
that is the connection 
the experience 
the works 
the indefinable stuff 
you 
can’t 
nail 
down 
which is the essence of ourselves

We are always moving in one direction --
forward
The reason is plain and simple
Please allow me to explain

I spent so many troubled and obsessive 
years 
collecting this camera or that lens
while believing that I was on the right path
but here i am before You 
crying in some living room 
of Lebensraum 
on dusty relics 
from moments already 
gassed

It is the very spark of life 
like a Tesla coil 
but as far as we are concerned 
it behaves like an automaton 
or a battery plugged into us 
that is evocative 
of extra-ordinary power

It sees the outer world in black and white 
or self and other 
but we must place ourselves 
in the center of our own Universe 
as it places itself 
and forms from that perspective 
our collective destiny

Nothing can come between the Ego and itself 
All else is immaterial
Its like drawing water from a stone

Once we understand this natural dynamo 
that moves forward with time itself 
we can see the futility of 
maintaining a moral compass in the matter 
and give up fantasies of appeasement 
because there is no self-compromise
We simply
 ARE 
and will continue to 
BE

Ignoring a problem won’t make it go away
We only need to understand that a mistake was made 
and make ourselves change the behavior 
instead of digging our nails in 
trying to grind it out

Stubbornness starts as simple stupidity 
which gradually and subtly takes a darker turn towards wickedness 
corrupting from within and reaching up to interrupt the instigator 
getting pulled down deep into the dirt with it 
because the rotting structure will eventually collapse 
while we soldier on anti-heroically 
building it ever higher 

Now we all know that the only person 
who can make you do something 
without putting a kink in it 
is 
YOU

WE ARE A COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS

This is the mind we use 
when we connect 
with each other
in collaboration
in celebration!!!
in ANY OPEN PUBLIC PLACE

Our consciousness
is bisexual 
and multilingual
as it likes 
to express itself 
in every way
with every kind of
color
word
sound
as we play the games 
of love and wars
where lives are sold
and death is dealt
out unequally until 
the very sorry
end

But we must not allow 
dictatorships to wall us off
or let old demagogues 
build barriers between US

When we give in to fear or insecurity 
it seals our fate quite irrevocably
yet the tree of LIFE
still will work its way 
around all barriers
because it grows on HOPE
and breaks itself
its will 
to learn 
leaning in
reaching for LIGHT
come what may

O what twisted tree
stunted into crooked growth 
bore such a fruit 
that started sweet 
and ended 
sour?

The pessimist may finally rejoice 
for the race of man is dying
but we can make this place a Paradise
Instead of being or not being 
forced to listen to Wagnerian musicians
hamming it up while allowing us to
dingle 
dangle 
and dwindle 
in God's own 
damned 
twilighted 
Night
Спокойной ночи

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HERE IS THE MESSAGE

There is a general plan but never there was a master plan 
I myself have been learning pieces of the plan 
piece by peace 
East of Eden 
dancing on a jigsaw 
by way of Hiroshima 
while day dreaming myself to be 
The only cocker spaniel in a human wifery 
So I sit here analyzing 
pure tetra cyclic conflagration
and ponder over the type of typically uttered annihilation
that would conclude but for a hot tip 
just justice as this once was 
a physical runaway 
human-chained-reaction
trafficked 
jammed 
begging
crying out from SHAME

I really mean the mean kind of mean 
that leads to leaden heads 
lead-in-heads until their kind 
is good and dead
Do not allow them to lead!
Do NOT let them breed! 
This kind you can find in dime stores 
with cracked-pipes-skulls-across-boned 
boots 
and as for suffering 
surely Shirley'll hop to it
she'll likely make it shipshape and timely 
we'll toil like tools 
and suffer unto others
the poor banal fools 
that forgot to fix their hair
like those that failed to look 
before they took 
that long leap 
laughing 
into the grave 
(with their Banality of Evil)

Now folks…

Look

This goes beyond 
glad handing 
or the dirty handling 
of gang bangers and mashups
to the neck's nape of septic tanks 
clogged and camouflaged butchers 
clad in clogs below base abasements 
chilling while fishing in fissures 
fissuring innumerably
Bring me another beer you feminized mongrel! 

‘Tis a grave sin to be without power or ill will when old El Niño cometh
sharply on time cause we're out of it stoopid
to blow the whole damn football team
here and now huffing puffing and diddling 
the little house DOWN come fall 
while we'll all be still still standing here 
stalling choking and dusted I say in jest 
tall bears jeers cheering on the sidelines
long face licking some pink Count's cuts 
in a cute mini skirt taking asinine selfies 
of phat pucker fish faces 
wearing out the beefcake poser 
vending Wendy's wending way 
with wishes abiding by bending 
españish wencheş shëllfish 
backwards viciously

O no here we go 
NOW 
which one of you 
winsome witches winching watches 
wants to shock with wonder words 
like uni-versal-wheel-house-keys 
can touch and play 
poor camels towed
like toys 
and all the time 
spit shining
thiccc-slow-moving-thighed-ways
parted on Roman roads 
by Babylon
I'm coming babe! 
Right this second coming 
W-a-a-a-y out of the Whole Earth’s cooked goose 
cataloging the savvy choices of some slavic brothers 
wined and dined 
without getting the goods 
still lost in the sauce
like good godhead's happy child-hooded boys need not be seen to be believed 
nor hardly herded like hard-headed cattle 
hard-of-hearing hardly hearing
knocks on wood for every sheared feared being shorn sheep dog farting his due this darkling day 
But darling, are we engaged though not yet gay or plagued? 
Can we become encaged but still be able-bodied?

What worm who's bobbing top 
(I’ll give ya a dolla ta take it off Baby!) 
goes over our heady times in earnest modern-ish machismo culture hemmed 'n getting in the way that verily issues Swiss watches will while away wasp-wasted lil’ Richie Richard's richest fisticuffs which linked prickly pickled chicken stuff in idle solitary anger languishes?

Who here isn't crippled or band-aided 
but bandying about while still capable of choice and choosing to take a look 
in light of fancy gas passing
as it pleases yours truly 

Now those that stay in their station CHOOSE:

A - Are some remains to deep dig...
B - Bears remaining dug so it seems...
C - Seafaring civilizations far beyond trolling... 

Yet must we judge dredge that reeking stinking city of Gomorrah from its fractional distillation towers of swollen heads through a smoking stack of fission fracking future visions fissuring and furrowing borrowing and burrowing out from under the man fishers furious depths beyond Mario's superb world behind even the polite people backwards asking Sea People’s challenger’s champignon mushroom headed to the clouds just as David was needed, even necessary for Goliath’s set chin thick skin patented leathers lining up for wounded parties to spank Luigi's fanny among greasy comrades and friends feeding more meat to the grinder right into the mouth of Leviathan
Y'all can forget the Alamo but never not remember Stalingrad and Буча 
you dimwitted progenitors of undomesticated donkeys

Here she comes rumblin’ trippin’ up pratfalls 
mere silly pranksters suffering succotash
like a goose goes whose who
trips spits and farts
that’s why 
Pablo!
...
The 3rd World Wide Webbings whole barnacular holdings in undersea blocks is a weak link in the fake gold chain facing the sole in the corn hold black leather boot of the abyss that beckons from the edge of this treacherous precipice
While we sit HERE needing gastric bypass heroically eating couch potatoes & raking in bits of chipped coin boxes
Let’s shake & bake baby!
Good morning Washington!
There’s burning coal flowing in the black Bakhmut current fielding cyclones like Zyklon B or the killing fields of Cambodia that can poison the whole wobbling well East of Eden from here to Afghanistan killing everyone instantly— You better believe it buddy— Yggdrasil that tree good and ready you bobblehead plastic ex-dolls! I need space for my elbows and some empty maximum headroom
It’s time to start howling at the moon like Allen because this revolution will be televised!
I was at Chichen Itza whence you came in ringed mail and fought against bared flesh-- chaining and killing-- you male children of female canines from La Rambla to Seville!

It’s not a debate about the monogamous alpha male or the elongated musky smell of a tyrannosaurus wrecking ball baited torn tale born to waitron tables and turn the forlorn forked tongue of some apex predatory or-Uber-us of the outer Burroughs eating itself before slinking sinking & stinking its way deep into obscurity— quickening sands of the sea turtle’s extinguished electronic swamp bogged down through bureaucratic channeling psychics without passing or failing or Israelites bending forks— just flailing around sunken Atlantis city like a beached whale in the casino Royale

Whoever doesn’t fake it might turn out to be the collective sentient that makes it even after feeding on caked grime brown nosing and getting stuck on red tape

Now it won’t take the mentalist mind of a magician or a general hidden leaf of fatal genial hooliganism to love Hungarians like my pal Erdös for a number of fractal oaken acorns to fall from a fractional dimensional transitional tea tree oil of substitution ciphers fomenting forming all within its serpentine medusian folded labyrinth of lip slipshod slippery sliming rhythm and rhyming mesmerizing hypnotic lunatic tells a gothic Vandals tale of vengeance so as to take this stick and push polymorphous polymers, like Homer Simpson is pit bull pork barrel ROFL-ed by the power of the halffish selfless selfsame self made man that lures and loves tricks and ducks makes like a tree and leaves all those rotten Denmarkian dogs licking chocolate flavored licorice which may very well have hurt their pâté before the fox hunting honey wounds down the hounds
So round up those beautiful beastly babies and let loose your poor waggles— Let’s go! Let’s stay lively folks— we’ll talk loud but skip waving a big stick to stave off war gaming barking egos playing hopscotch on the shopping channel since the deaf and dumb sound bites found they bit off more than could be chewed and threw up the damned volume to 11!

So here we go round the prickly pear ashes ashes we all fall down to stand up steering clear down the Bosphorus straight to conquer like Mehmed or mediate moderately betwixt the dying salesman’s charming sea-black cetacean speech to see who’s steely plant-like eyes and really evolved lips should be permanently sealed and fast fixed from to Мариуполь to Sevastopol.
Because we are bound to allow octopussies escapement on our watch from Pandora’s rancid flooded-fielding rice-picking ice cold ration jack in the box of crabby outflowing outlaw that Styx in the back of Accra’s broken back of mountainous camels back there— Down, down, I say!
We must summon the mettle to cast the iron iconic daemon spouting gold bullion out— and the rest of those dumb ingots should’ve the will indeed to take back from the crumbling halls of criminal power steal balled-up dollops of roly-poly behind the slack back hand pass the black hand of fate steals the seals and tries to stop doing dead deals ‘cause idly vote now or cry later but whosoever whatever shall make them pay make them play the Price is Right make them pay the blood price and hand them back the cæsarean knife when we’ll keelhaul that bastinado in the crimson of darkest night when mid-noon’s high times comes stroking the lightning whom strikes hell’s Bell’s own equation, with brim stoned cold-aborting God’s fatally positioned fetus!

Folks…

Watt time is it? The hour is not nigh now down the downy back-of-the-neck of the dying who’s who shot in the head like a wiggly piggy that licks some sick little looker’s stack of stuck-up pick-up sticks stuck to a sticky pair of pickled pears picked pealed pared back and prepared pretentiously fawning over back hooks and blackened hookers hooking their horny horned ham hocks steeped in hot back stocks sticking to stalking in stockings, standing still in stocks sans socks instead of rolling lowered snake eyes as bait on baited breath breathing easily in and out one last time to spell the role of a tarot cardsharp type of white knuckling winter spilling guts of oiled up gutters while their godless god head wears tears and treads the watered down three card monte game of Rasputin’s tricks like the black reigns at Ragnar— …OK… so Cupid soiled their pair of pant and blew the Gjallarhorny while listening to Der Ring des Nibelungen of Richard Wagner—
Wrap ship up and shape shrink shirk your duty change shirts and be free of charges cash in hand waving synchronized to sink a sub-marine chronometer deep beneath the Roman bath’s barber’s vast basket-case casket of bathypelagic ozone-layered plastic shopping waves chop-shopping us way off course my horse and hoary hanky-panky gape and reek of that wreck the whole droll Dali’s dolly’s doll duly boring us to dully teary pieces wrapped around a towel and headed to the kitchen sink
let’s rock and let’s roll down the five forgone isles and blow ship up folks!
The pale poll stationed at kaleidoscopic pens—
Let’s seal them in a graphic prism ‘for our oasis is gone before it awaits all humanity like the Hindenburg which now needs to be re-inflated woken shaken and risen thus arising
all rallied and riled-up by rinsed ham bacon quivering pork barrel BBQs, baking in the hot sun of the desiccated desert sands deserted and burned like a playa man before our very own self-same eyes while wavering a blind man’s stone cold heart of a partner’s lonely vision at a self-made prisoner’s dead man only walking to stay in shape with all kinds of fuji fruity bits of fits so sit up stand up get down get up get off your knees slave captains!
Man the galleys oars or shake and bake till wide it wakes us!
Take the wheel!
Throttle them in the cradle!
Stop the false pull of the fool’s gold!
Now pull the emergency braking cable—!
This is a grave situation, a lure to steel those electrical guts that people in power elect to not feel— while feeling up the public feeding off the frenzied frenetic emergency and urgent energy situation while catching a draft and ducking a draught passing a budding body around ANYBODY and everybody everywhere skirtIng the rules!

Slake now our collective thirst and do what’s right or left, but always ethical
Empower the search like i do
For the next man, for all the who’s who of you men, for all time—
Four of us are women too, baby!
Totally hilarious egalitarianism, bye George, Oh well
Some guys have just got to go
And some people too old to be goaded should spit or get off the pot before we all cry laughing and farting…
so shall I part with (im just dying too!) an amen?
Let me hear it my peeps seeing peoples!

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ADDENDUM

(OR A COD-PEACE FOR A CODICIL)

• Those coercing others should be deprived of power
• Systems designed to control consciousness should be dismantled
• No beliefs or rules or laws are worth more than human lives
• Even those who disagree with us must be allowed to speak
• Polluters of public shared spaces are obliged to clean them
• Nothing should force anyone to do anything
• Harmful things should not cross borders
• Intentionally harming others is a crime against us all
• Lives may not be ended except by their owners

I. The choice to harm another living being is only morally justifiable when the intention is to stop them from directly harming you. E.g. Stopping a mosquito from feeding on your blood (but we have no right to wipe out a species)

II. Roaches, rodents, and other pests will eventually leave if we clean up our messes and thereby deprive them of consumables

III. Eating dead animals may be ethically ambiguous but wearing leather or fur is less so

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BUFFALO BUFFALO BUFFALO BUFFALO BUFFALO

Cheers to you, my friend Rob, who says,

I had had “had” had I written it in the perfective.
I had had “had had ‘had’ had”
had I added quotations. (Had infinitum)…