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   General-Zod to W.Dockery   
   Re: yippee-kay-yay notes (2/4)   
   16 Oct 24 21:24:33   
   
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   >>  > and are compelled to sing   
   >>  > as though a cure   
   >>  > yea tho' now they, too   
   >>  > are sightless   
   >>  > for the shadows   
   >>  > of that floating rain cloud   
   >>  > still hovering   
   >>  > over lost visions   
   >>  > of uncharted futures   
   >>  >   
   >>  > entrusted to those   
   >>  > for whom it was written   
   >>  > still fighting in darkness   
   >>  > for this cosmopolitan   
   >>  > smite, pioneers   
   >>  > on the frontiers   
   >>  > of universal classical spaces   
   >>  > not of common land   
   >>  > cosmos's hidden gems   
   >>  > for revolutionaries   
   >>  > who demand   
   >>  > from their loyal nation   
   >>  > these glowing treasures   
   >>  > towards which they have   
   >>  > been flung   
   >>  > engulfed in the flames   
   >>  > of abiding fires   
   >>  > eternally harnessed   
   >>  > torn asunder   
   >>  > by the cracked frosts   
   >>  > of burning ice   
   >>  > subjecting them   
   >>  > to this furnace   
   >>  >   
   >>  > supercharged missiles   
   >>  > rich in weight   
   >>  > and darkly toxic   
   >>  > are powered up   
   >>  > then faithfully fired   
   >>  > into the returning ark   
   >>  > cushioned on all sides   
   >>  > by sunless skies   
   >>  > which are now, in their   
   >>  > wake, sleepily watching   
   >>  > these scorned   
   >>  > rebel fliers, rockets of   
   >>  > long-deserted   
   >>  > flavored celestial flesh   
   >>  >   
   >>  > cemented into ceilings   
   >>  > of stone, these instructions   
   >>  > guilded into our gentle   
   >>  > genes, fiercely controlled   
   >>  > and copiously copied   
   >>  > since the origin, of the   
   >>  > genesis, of the consciousness   
   >>  > of one G-d, painstakingly   
   >>  > packed away by fortune's sages   
   >>  > pairs well-preserved   
   >>  > like so many   
   >>  > hermetically sealed jars   
   >>  > of antique pomes, locked   
   >>  > in a central underground   
   >>  > sink of a most trampled   
   >>  > and forgotten earth, shared   
   >>  > throughout the further   
   >>  > development of mankind   
   >>  > faring from land to land   
   >>  > from man to man   
   >>  >   
   >>  > they reveal a once   
   >>  > abounding attic   
   >>  > couched atop   
   >>  > a noble global house   
   >>  > not of this world   
   >>  >   
   >>  > solemn confidences   
   >>  > at long last uncovered   
   >>  > by brown, well-tanned   
   >>  > good news archaeologists   
   >>  > are disclosed   
   >>  > for these once sun-struck   
   >>  > yea, sun-scorched   
   >>  > omni voyagers   
   >>  > who dig, unceasingly   
   >>  > in their seasons   
   >>  > in their ancient gardens   
   >>  > passing over, across, under   
   >>  > and through the bitter   
   >>  > unleavened   
   >>  > dry cracked grounds   
   >>  > of a now almost   
   >>  > wholly paved, conjoined   
   >>  > empyreal empire   
   >>  > being handed back   
   >>  > from israel's first fathers   
   >>  > letter by letter   
   >>  >   
   >>  > like a family jewel   
   >>  > or closely guarded pride   
   >>  > passed from generation   
   >>  > to generation   
   >>  > they have tumbled   
   >>  > down a watchful   
   >>  > observant   
   >>  > streaming alphabet chain   
   >>  > opening new doors   
   >>  > even those   
   >>  > flying false flags   
   >>  > shoring her own   
   >>  > spanish secrets   
   >>  >   
   >>  > it has all been dutifully   
   >>  > tucked away, never   
   >>  > to recede fully   
   >>  > and die, but skillfully   
   >>  > embedded, amongst the   
   >>  > soft velvet grasses   
   >>  > which blow   
   >>  > with the breezes   
   >>  > coarsely threaded, into   
   >>  > their shallow earth   
   >>  > by fibrous roots, and   
   >>  > mangled, amongst weeds   
   >>  > which creep   
   >>  > back through creation, into   
   >>  > the mind's veldts' seeds   
   >>  > of their plotted cup's   
   >>  > most remote colours   
   >>  > and can be found there   
   >>  > wound up   
   >>  > in curious puzzles   
   >>  >   
   >>  > gifted rings which swear   
   >>  > a manufactured fidelity   
   >>  > of their most dearly   
   >>  > departed civility   
   >>  > yet still which bear   
   >>  > a gentle kind   
   >>  > of re-kindled hope   
   >>  > mercurial panacea   
   >>  > for these driven   
   >>  > truckers of instant truth   
   >>  >   
   >>  > rough and rowdy   
   >>  > well-schooled   
   >>  > baby black beasts   
   >>  > just released, sit   
   >>  > slouched, in heavy chains   
   >>  > the youngest one   
   >>  > still wearing   
   >>  > her mothers' metal   
   >>  > badges of the rotten   
   >>  > shadows of sheets bloodied   
   >>  > by unborn memories   
   >>  > of sleet and rain   
   >>  > she will shrink   
   >>  > from the moonlight   
   >>  > rising, meeting the pain   
   >>  > of a krystal   
   >>  > cleared conscience   
   >>  >   
   >>  > continually, they plow   
   >>  > through scattered   
   >>  > subterranean planes   
   >>  > of layered cosmic lands   
   >>  > in search of   
   >>  > some kind of mercy   
   >>  >   
   >>  > deific validation, for their   
   >>  > constitutional conviction   
   >>  > of one nation   
   >>  > under G-d   
   >>  > a delivery, of some kind   
   >>  > of salvific wingd victory   
   >>  > conveying   
   >>  > their unified story   
   >>  >   
   >>  > meticulously groomed   
   >>  > for this long-planned journey   
   >>  > dashing flight   
   >>  > back through rivers split   
   >>  > rich and red and bloody   
   >>  > as egypt's deadly nile   
   >>  > through once fallow   
   >>  > cloverleafs of soulless   
   >>  > virgin highway   
   >>  > awoke, again, for them   
   >>  > they are loaded   
   >>  > as they back into   
   >>  > a more perfect world   
   >>  >   
   >>  > indelibly branded   
   >>  > into their rich-flowing blood   
   >>  > they are brothers   
   >>  > of the skies   
   >>  > pre-determined by design   
   >>  > to find   
   >>  > this ineffaceable fusion   
   >>  > through shared reminders   
   >>  > of their holy communion   
   >>  > traces of an inscribed   
   >>  > diamond destiny   
   >>  > maps of ancient astronomy   
   >>  > the printed inversion   
   >>  > of a twinkling   
   >>  > star-writ narrative   
   >>  > of the promised history   
   >>  > of the promised birth   
   >>  > of the promised prince   
   >>  > at the incipience   
   >>  > of the dawn   
   >>  > of holy yesteryear   
   >>  >   
   >>  > hail, this breath of life   
   >>  > granting pathways out   
   >>  > honoring sanctioned   
   >>  > tribal rights   
   >>  > frankly fired, through   
   >>  > shock and awe   
   >>  > past cast inhabitants   
   >>  > of a silent   
   >>  > acquiescent first city moon   
   >>  > into the ether   
   >>  > of the unknown   
   >>  >   
   >>  > like glass into the eye   
   >>  > but it will regrow   
   >>  > a new coat   
   >>  > as the banished serpent itself   
   >>  > crawling, out of eden   
   >>  > on its belly   
   >>  > forcefully it pierces   
   >>  > as it flies quickly   
   >>  > into waters of slippery flesh   
   >>  > a stinging, icy delivery   
   >>  > liquid sharp, as the flushing   
   >>  > unforgiving rays   
   >>  > of a sweltering sun   
   >>  > unable even to blink   
   >>  > as it slithers speedily   
   >>  > over scaled skins   
   >>  > as though it now, too   
   >>  > were crossing   
   >>  > a deserted river, divulging   
   >>  > a way into   
   >>  > the ocean's bedrock   
   >>  > of all time   
   >>  >   
   >>  > dedicated to demolition   
   >>  > they follow   
   >>  > their foregone road maps   
   >>  > warring to find   
   >>  > that which was denied   
   >>  > escaping once again   
   >>  > the shackles   
   >>  > of extrinsic servitude   
   >>  > to an outer world unknown   
   >>  > still seeking   
   >>  > always seeking   
   >>  > the way back   
   >>  > that way back   
   >>  > home   
   >>  >   
   >>  > constructed hallways   
   >>  > as prescient   
   >>  > and powerful   
   >>  > as fermi's dreams actualized   
   >>  > particle accelerator   
   >>  > old as the mind   
   >>  > of earth and time   
   >>  > and breath itself   
   >>  > as sure as the discovery   
   >>  > of a homebase   
   >>  > in yet another wasteland   
   >>  > of helpless exile   
   >>  >   
   >>  > going plumb insane   
   >>  > as it seeks to tear down   
   >>  > billions of light years   
   >>  > of subatomic architecture   
   >>  > and find release   
   >>  > from the otherwise   
   >>  > indestructible walls   
   >>  > containing sanguine   
   >>  > reproduction itself   
   >>  >   
   >>  > it is now encapsulated   
   >>  > within, they are trapped   
   >>  > in their cells, cursed   
   >>  > by civilization's blueprints   
   >>  > save for contrary action   
   >>  > cracking skulls of both time   
   >>  > and timelessness   
   >>  >   
   >>  > an insufferable law, of   
   >>  > unbreakable code   
   >>  > authored long before   
   >>  > even the first proteins   
      
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