A Sermon On The State Of Things (Past And Future)

Techno monks and out of place cerebellums

Stilling their overclocked terabyte minds

Adjusting the many plethora of cords around them to sit in lotus

Or butterfly

Meditating in the city

To the drone and drone

Electronic ohm

The wires speak! Listen to that hummmmmmmm

Knocking on mirrors and waving doorknobs away

Secret like

Masonic handshakes saluting the earth

The secret places of her hips

And secrets only she knows

Agnostic is a gnostic and we all seek truth

All seek writs of scripture and that is why we love secrets

All seeing eye meets all seeking we

And all-powerful maker has left truths etched in bones and rocks

Arcane rituals that we are obsessed with to give life more meaning through

Nonsensical gestures and sacred geometry

Nothing is holy or sacred that is not esoteric and coveted by us and our Rosicrucian forefathers

The Roman bitch wolf

The Rosy Cross

A unicorn on a tree and a sword that cuts through the spheres of heaven

When Polyphemus asked what the traveller’s name was, he replied “Nhbody”

And the cyclops lost his power of kin

And when nobody asked where half a prostitute’s liver came from

Jack replied “From Hell”

Surrealists would stay up late and not eat to produce the same glitches in the brain that drugs can cause

Thus is art born again

Just like the first time

The Nile is beautiful at twilight

Pray that you do not join Osiris as she swells her watery hips and swallows you up while you sleep by her side

He gazed at the sun and cursed the gods that we had forgotten how to make Greek Fire

Apollo took his fire back

Prometheus has been unchained

And we never even asked why