Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Ralph Hawkins

The Poems of Abakan Tatar




1.

the light weaves water into ice from
the sea where 8 rivers run
a series of pontoons protons and plateaus (games and moods?)
the Kalmucks neural firing
contains preservatives and invention (intervention?)
apricot hills, mountain peach, arboreal rice
here at Earth's top you can see (me & you?)
the glistening world — lights and traffic in endless chains
of rice bead grains
there the settled and unsettled live in a state of
many positions (positrons)
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