A paradigmatic focus
Careening
into the absolute beyond
Across
a Zuni passageway to the pueblo god,
A local currency in stonework and mud-laden factories of 4
and 7
Meandering
into the nervous plug of human fire
Uncreated
instantaneously
In the muddled birdcage wandering off a steaming factory
Unplanned
off the aspiring edge of small town fame
Glowering
in the lugubrious background of a juvenile
Staved off in matter’s roving blockhead gourd body
Plunging
its eyes into acid water full with psychedelic vibrations
Nearing
an electromagnetic haze
In wonderment by lost forsaken pride
Seated
behind piano benches creaking
As Monk sways to the jazz tonality
in the bridge beyond NYC night divide,
The lightless ruins, now golden by African wives
Challenging
the gunshot parade of men with sex slaves and witch doctor friends
Making
films and records without shoes
On the medieval sands of the Islamic family and the eternal
human tradition of bondage
Throughout
the sanctified fields of one human home
Lived
to the final digression into creative madness and the right to be
As connected as all beings
With
electric happiness
Outside
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