Ratava (cliff notes on sigil magick)

been building a satellite    
in the woods    
down the street    
from my house.    
   
a few sticks    
grit, and    
insistent imagination.    
   
the thing already levitates    
hovering over the tree line    
like a private paradigm    
preparing to go public    
over pirate airwaves.    
   
named it Ratava    
in a plain attempt    
to disguise intent    
behind the gnosis    
of bypassing the watched pot    
never boils of desire.      
   
used to be fueled on the over excited    
electrons of extreme exertion:    
the fight/fuck/folly of fossil fuels.    
   
these days are converted to biodiesel.    
long walks, done automatically    
legs lengthed before head can stand    
legs self replicating.  
service stations equipped for onsite diagnostics  
and repair should Ratava fall.    
   
and Ratava will fall    
because Ratava will rise.