Bomb alike The gadget
Fissioned whole world
Expansion of technology
By this root has been hurled
By this the root was hurled
This content is so viral
This data is so big
The Fibonacci spiral
So much for the naive
They flooded popular markets
New fashion introduced
And via all these processes
New logic was induced
Of all these YEARS development
The magazine is TIME
The journal of experiment
The journal of entanglement
Perhaps could be the mine
Having fissioned the mind
To intercede the importunate
And petitioned wisdom inside
Idle and dissipated
As tremendous illusions
pervades the soul
The unsurpassed revolt of
capitulated distortions
A percussion of thoughts
That solicits affectations of such
Some where between star dust
And fissioned syllables
Our moonstruck lives gazed at
No more, context in un-utterables
Becomes the strangers at the door.
We have lost crown and glory
To thresh dictionaries for honor
Imbedded in us before.
I ponder the meaning of all I am
Hand crafted mountain
Sculptured portrait drawn on light
Ransomed by the tongueless lamb
The word becoming dust
Stored in a mound
Of silent churchyard.
O to hear the word again
It is very good
Without sentence and sentience
Among the singing of the stars
I who was deaf in the beginning
Gazed at in praise again
Where memory is desolate and there is no pain.
an old man's mouth
nose dives
the slumping drawbridge
of an flattened fortress
rocketing obscenities fallout
fissioned lips as overtaxed
silkworms labor on
spinning cesium shrouds
to hide our dead
from presidential eyes