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   The Doctor to rudy.can@jllkone.not   
   Re: cheesetray AKA rachel (1/5)   
   04 Jul 25 14:06:28   
   
   XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments, edm.general, rec.arts.drwho   
   From: doctor@doctor.nl2k.ab.ca   
      
   In article <184efd14657a4ca7$63924$591474$20dd2a6e@news.thecubenet.com>,   
   Rudy Canoza   wrote:   
   >% wrote:   
   >> Jim wrote:   
   >>> Will-Dockery wrote:   
   >>>>   
   >>>>   > cheesetray wrote:   
   >>>>   > polished version   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > the inventors: a bare redemption   
   >>>>   > "yippee-ki-yay" notes   
   >>>>   > from a blue napkin   
   >>>>   > dedicated to bob   
   >>>>   > zimmerman, bella, and life   
   >>>>   > AKA: Tangled UP in Poop   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > children of great men   
   >>>>   > knowing full well   
   >>>>   > the values   
   >>>>   > of hard-won liberties   
   >>>>   > fought and died for   
   >>>>   > by the promised   
   >>>>   > courageous cousins   
   >>>>   > abraham's distant stars   
   >>>>   > kith and kin   
   >>>>   > of sarah's isaac   
   >>>>   > gifted by laughter   
   >>>>   > ishmael, the other   
   >>>>   > wild and strange   
   >>>>   > sons of keturah   
   >>>>   > constructed to be mighty   
   >>>>   > gentle jacob   
   >>>>   > who sweetly stirs the stew   
   >>>>   > even red and savage   
   >>>>   > brother esau   
   >>>>   > now all clean men   
   >>>>   > of the covenant, keepers   
   >>>>   > of their first father's   
   >>>>   > sacred oath   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > 2000 years it took   
   >>>>   > to get back here   
   >>>>   > it was given   
   >>>>   > never to be compromised   
   >>>>   > by hesitation or fear   
   >>>>   > soul siblings, descendants   
   >>>>   > and compatriots   
   >>>>   > deserving of honor   
   >>>>   > and praise   
   >>>>   > born to retake   
   >>>>   > and come to possess   
   >>>>   > this lofty empire   
   >>>>   > of the new moon   
   >>>>   > a reserved republic   
   >>>>   > of their very own   
   >>>>   > dispersed nation shielded   
   >>>>   > from all shame, under   
   >>>>   > a shining name   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > in her recent   
   >>>>   > most happy world   
   >>>>   > suddenly he knocks   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > angels once asleep   
   >>>>   > buried beneath   
   >>>>   > billions of years   
   >>>>   > of driven construction   
   >>>>   > are now terrified   
   >>>>   > and becoming...   
   >>>>   > furiously, wide awake   
   >>>>   > knowing full well   
   >>>>   > in their upcoming   
   >>>>   > reckless acts   
   >>>>   > of violent abandon   
   >>>>   > that they will come   
   >>>>   > to own it   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > they have been   
   >>>>   > selected to receive   
   >>>>   > and will win over   
   >>>>   > this tired servant   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > the trembling spiritus   
   >>>>   > runs and scatters   
   >>>>   > landing twice-baked   
   >>>>   > abandoned looks   
   >>>>   > but lady lazarus will return   
   >>>>   > after getting some help   
   >>>>   > of her own   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > she recollects   
   >>>>   > then realizes, she has   
   >>>>   > but one shot   
   >>>>   > for a first impression   
   >>>>   > must send good cheer   
   >>>>   > but also sees, eyes   
   >>>>   > wide open   
   >>>>   > only to be scared stiff   
   >>>>   > into walking   
   >>>>   > like an egyptian   
   >>>>   > onto the sands...   
   >>>>   > of the moon   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > she is half   
   >>>>   > african princess   
   >>>>   > half female slave   
   >>>>   > daughter of voodoo   
   >>>>   > doctors and rambam   
   >>>>   > she will become   
   >>>>   > a dirty nun   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > they have been born again   
   >>>>   > and carried off   
   >>>>   > into fragmented space   
   >>>>   > through the sculpted arms   
   >>>>   > of armored knights   
   >>>>   > from jacob's round table   
   >>>>   > sentinels on the watch   
   >>>>   > always looking out   
   >>>>   > to protect and serve   
   >>>>   > those sworn in by red   
   >>>>   > and black pledges   
   >>>>   > keepers of the holy grail   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > children now grown   
   >>>>   > are playing   
   >>>>   > in private movie theatres   
   >>>>   > and luxurious   
   >>>>   > fancy white schoolyards   
   >>>>   > frequenting supermarkets   
   >>>>   > on another level   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > they are shooting   
   >>>>   > cosmic guns   
   >>>>   > with magic bullets   
   >>>>   > igniting freedom's fireworks   
   >>>>   > fashioned from mendeleev's   
   >>>>   > annexed table, sporting   
   >>>>   > a cornucopia   
   >>>>   > of fanciful and fantastical   
   >>>>   > state-of-the-art bonds   
   >>>>   > inherited by a new   
   >>>>   > and fitting   
   >>>>   > most worthy stock   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > this wandering brood   
   >>>>   > of brave-hearted children   
   >>>>   > finally freed, are found   
   >>>>   > morbidly celebrating   
   >>>>   > their own staccatoed suicides   
   >>>>   > and the ensuant   
   >>>>   > desired piled death   
   >>>>   > of discrete, individuated   
   >>>>   > independent flesh   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > it is replaced   
   >>>>   > through perpetual rebirth   
   >>>>   > with a planted rejoinder   
   >>>>   > each first fettered in its own   
   >>>>   > iron graveyard prison   
   >>>>   > for seminal generations   
   >>>>   > of the ghosts   
   >>>>   > of dead citizens   
   >>>>   > those helping   
   >>>>   > their hosting homelands   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > a phantom protection   
   >>>>   > of the peoples' heritage   
   >>>>   > proud recorded lineage   
   >>>>   > of all participants   
   >>>>   > in this best   
   >>>>   > ever-fixd marriage   
   >>>>   > of language, and thought   
   >>>>   > mental manifestations   
   >>>>   > of only the truest minds   
   >>>>   > but who, if anyone   
   >>>>   > will capture the flag?   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > this stuff of mighty gods   
   >>>>   > progressively being pursued   
   >>>>   > since first two paths   
   >>>>   > split up on a slumbering mirage   
   >>>>   > has been eagerly gathered   
   >>>>   > by crude tradesmen   
   >>>>   > and excavated in chunks   
   >>>>   > for centuries and more   
   >>>>   > to suit all purposes   
   >>>>   > of man   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > exotic rocks extracted   
   >>>>   > are now being trafficked   
   >>>>   > by governments which wield   
   >>>>   > concealed skeletal keys   
   >>>>   > of chemicals to be revealed   
   >>>>   > to double-folded doctors   
   >>>>   > degreed in their field   
   >>>>   > exploring promethian fires   
   >>>>   > zealously guarded by the shield   
   >>>>   > down to paraphd's running   
   >>>>   > private labs which will yield   
   >>>>   > deductive melees   
   >>>>   > from dmitri's table   
   >>>>   > of elements   
   >>>>   > results of new masses   
   >>>>   > mixed-up lands   
   >>>>   > conductive experiments   
   >>>>   > paranoid tests consummating   
   >>>>   > counseled hypothesis   
   >>>>   > all this requiring evermore   
   >>>>   > research and analysis   
   >>>>   > plying mythic golds loosed   
   >>>>   > from imaginative lands   
   >>>>   > like mapping oceanic waves   
   >>>>   > pounding rocks into sands   
   >>>>   > processing flows   
   >>>>   > charting diagrams of the mine   
   >>>>   > perpetually honing to purify   
   >>>>   > then refine, continually creating   
   >>>>   > rearranging everything   
   >>>>   > in its time, stuff recomposed   
   >>>>   > reconfigured and redesigned   
   >>>>   > fully reformed, until ultimately   
   >>>>   > the inventors can help find   
   >>>>   > a new culture   
   >>>>   > of successful synthesizers   
   >>>>   > for the curious mind   
   >>>>   > like help for a future baby   
   >>>>   > seeking a new womb   
   >>>>   >   
   >>>>   > wastelands of stubborn soil   
   >>>>   > are duly blasted, forging   
   >>>>   > empty hollows   
   >>>>   > for seeds to be sown   
   >>>>   > nurtured, watered   
   >>>>   > and then grown, first etched   
   >>>>   > into a cultivated collection   
      
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