Theater of Utter Charm - Part 27

your first observation must be I seem to be persisting LOL it is easy to be dangerous these days but deeper still is less a guess than it was a thousand years ago and what is revealed can always be corrected this is the secret process for which there is no myth it is the power of anomaly from a drunken Oracle at the Church of the Non Sequitur blessed be the mummers and mimes and holy clowns of creation the bards and bowlers and ladies of persuasion the meek the lame the luminous sufferers of injustice this probably sounds like gossip when it is actually a reincarnation of the anthem that spans all distance as if that were a barrier to knowing simply the ink in the letters of by and for Beauty held before the Universe in all its scale and infinity the trick is to see death as the punch line to a comedy skit about losing your keys in a metaphoric parking lot hoping that what I'm thinking has never been thought before the future is everything the past mostly incidental the magical source has always been asked for nothing more than escape to where dance is holy and work is the assassin of imagination lewdly laboring for top dollar it will not have my support in the coming elections barring an assassin's bullet should I continue to misbehave Calliope my muse has sewn a meteor into my forehead in case you were wondering what that incessant rattling was coming in through the slow gates the secretions weave their spell that much we have determined after ten millennia of rape and carnage and dominance and submissions and bad bland poetry which is another antiquarian delicacy a perpetual motion machine of conjuration not so popular as it used to be when you knew that some things needed to be said without delay now you just want to lay low and send your literary agent out for beer and groceries we all know too much any more yes the modern world was created by a harried rush to mitigate destruction well a state of emergency will get your attention that's for certain a party game more popular than balling the jack I know it is always the sinner who judges something like the reverse Midas Touch in a fantasist journey through two dimensions where the tyrant does nothing but kill sensibility and wonders if his intel is reliable living to regain what was lost or imagined lost so much is imagined (to be continued) From "Theater of Utter Charm" Available on Amazon