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O Fílos Sou, o Drákos
*Musical accompaniment in the Author Notes
..
Chapter 1.
A naked desire to consume,
In optimal conditions,
We're born
Into the palm
Of a vice
Of brutal mathematical
Exactitude, wherein constant
Maintenance of a homeostatic
Balance of chemicals,
Temperatures and
Pressures is required
To avoid agony
And dissolution
Rock breaks scissors
Steady the strait
Betwixt Scylla and Charybdis
Rigid thumbs snake and
Press,
One,
Upon
Another
Paper covers rock
Screen doors
Sink
Submarines, which
Torpedo
Battleships
Scissors cut paper
This paradigm
Of intrinsically cruel
Calculus
..
Chapter 2.
Sheathed in scales of sun fire’s resplendence,
Took an afternoon constitutional,
Spring's svelte bodice yielding
Ground, to the
Glaring,
Bronzed
Blitzkrieg
Bluster of summer’s
Arid
Onslaught
(Let’s begin with weather
Paint the milieu)
Seasons continue their steady
Successions
On the barrel
Rolls,
On we
Run
I am sheets of tender
Red fields
Beneath a
Merciless
Scythe
I enjoy seeing
Clouds
Gather
En masse,
Their mammoth
Shadows
Slide across the
Ground,
Swift,
In encroaching,
Penumbral
Silence
Reminds me of the processes
Of transformation
That are
Always
Occurring,
Without preamble,
Vibrating
Steadily, in the low
Register
Of our molecules
And awareness
I smile as the children
Dance
Upon the sands
Amidst the ubiquitous
Light
Ebullient
Eyes
Reduced to
Louvers
..
Chapter 3.
My musical talons,
Let’s begin (in earnest)
Contention:
Subjective observations
About truth
Are
Not truth, no more than
Objectification of sensory
Reality, is reality
They are
Inaccurate
Approximations
There is far more to
Being, than we
Perceive,
Within three
Dimensions
Of sensate
Ingestion
Perceived through a
Colored
Lens
Of prior experience
Bias
Vague images glimpsed with
Warbling, indistinct
Outlines, composed of
Vast, hidden dimensions of
Energetic and chemical
Constellations, mitochondrial
Power plants firing in electro
Chemical bursts, leukocytes surge
And mass into any
Breach of integrity,
Peristalsis distributes chyme
Into its constituent
Nutrients, to various
Organs, which each perform their
Intricately apportioned
Maneuvers, by a hierarchy of
Governance which begins at the
Apex of the spine, where the basal
Ganglia directs vast, subliminal
Operations, extends to
The crowning
Neocortex, wherein
Superliminal cognition, generation of motor
Commands, sensory
Perception, spatial reasoning and
This,
Assemblage and dissemination
Of language
Is generated and
Projected
Into this
White
Room,
No more
Or less
Real
&
True,
Than that which
You
And I,
Now,
In this instance,
Cohabitate
Imagine that
Eyes which hold the light
Hostage
Descend
Upon your Jovian
Gravity well
A thousand words
Assemble
Into
A framework
Mosaic
Come closer
Embrace me
Burn to cinders
In my hands
..
Chapter 4.
Swathed in scales of a moonless night’s seduction,
I drive to the beach, to
Breathe in
The expansive
Darkness, which
Lack of both human and natural
Edifice and growth
Lays the earth’s
Breast
Bare
Seabirds peck the
Ground, between intervals of
Their charmingly
Comical
Gait
Dark clouds
Crown
The horizon, in a
Momentarily glimpsed
Pantheon, as lightning
Arcs it’s crooked
Fingers across the
Length and
Breadth
Of this
Merciless
Church,
This
Effluvial
Coliseum
Left my shoes
And socks
In the car,
Toes grip the
Rough hewn
Sands,
Strewn with pearlescent
Fragments of
Seashell
Surf rolls and pounds its
Hoary
Wrath,
Its tidal arm
Crushing the shore
Beneath the salt
Bath, of its hard
Hands, before
It slinks upon its
Haunches in
Hissing
Retreat
I raise my chin,
Hands,
Arms
Outstretched into a
Horizontal
Plane, palms
Up to catch the
Subtle droplets of
Rain,
Falling in a hazy,
Soporific
Mist
Look,
Come and see,
My luminous
Scales, a pleated
Mirror, refracting
Refulgent
Levin
Light
See how ugly beautiful
I manifest
Sand. Surf. Self.
I was all encroaching,
Penumbral
Silence,
Shadow
Stretched
Across the length
And breadth
Of the white
Room
I was calm
And truth
Was life itself
..
Chapter 5.
Now the wings are mine,
Summation:
In this life, which we are
Momentarily
Gifted,
There are many
Dull repetitions of
Routine, what I had earlier
Defined as, simple
Homeostatic
Maintenance, a backdrop and
Foundation for events that
Imbue
Quality,
Into being
And yet,
Even these,
When viewed with
The clarity of
Full presence,
Are the essence
Of sensate
Being
Experiences that
Inspire
Substantive
Thought
And emotion,
Inalienable,
One,
From another
Experiences that inspire
Relativity
&
Relationships
To others and
Overarching concepts
Of form
And transformation, which
Are the static and dynamic
Realities, upon which translation of
Experience
Into reasoning
Discourse
Are predicated
Life is
Earmarked
In its
Details,
In its details, is found
The intimacy,
In its intimacy, is
Discovered
The emotional core of sentient
Being
Is not in dry, rational
Dualistic,
Subjective/
Objective
Aristotelian bifurcation
Or
Cartesian gravity,
As taught by
Dry, dusty
Ancient
Tomes, it
Lives
In the now
In the blood
Gall and liver,
Spleen and stomach
And heart of organic
Sentience, which cannot be
Divorced from the torrents and
Ebbs
Of emotion
And attempts at
Such
Have only damaged our
Hierarchy of
Cognizance
And dissemination
Of foundational thought and
Practice, which must,
Of its nature,
Be considered
In the fullness
Of its intrinsic,
Inseparable
Relationship
Between reflective
Reason
And dynamic emotion
..
Chapter 6.
A concatenation of thunders,
(Let’s close with a tight
Spotlight, upon
A revelation
Of form)
Her hair in splayed
Tangles,
Splashed across my
Chest
First,
This lost art,
This intimate contest
I, beneath your
Threadbare
Tremble
A woven
Galaxy
Throwing off
Breaths and
Spirals
I, your mendicant
And then
Arisen
In
Transformation
Unblinking through the
Inferno that
Pours
From my
Maw
How perfectly clear, those
Twin
Saucers
Of quiet regard
How dauntless
Her breaths
Are chapters
Of ash
Sibyl
Of undisclosed
Lamentation
Amidst the rising channels of
Vapors
And cryptic utterances
Of sooth
Willows
Wisps
Whispers
Pursed
Lips
Drink from the veins
Of this
Unfurling
Thesis
My tail
Of spikes
And
Sinews
Curled
About her
Bespangled
Ankles
Marveling
As I lay,
Beggarly,
Before
This
Oscillating
Energetic
Cosmos
This perfect
Unassailable
Design
I yield the floor.
Sincerely,
..
O Fílos Sou, o Drákos
By
Daniel Christensen
Writing as
🐲
..
"Wherever you go, go with all your heart." Confucius
..
Chapter 1.
A naked desire to consume,
In optimal conditions,
We're born
Into the palm
Of a vice
Of brutal mathematical
Exactitude, wherein constant
Maintenance of a homeostatic
Balance of chemicals,
Temperatures and
Pressures is required
To avoid agony
And dissolution
Rock breaks scissors
Steady the strait
Betwixt Scylla and Charybdis
Rigid thumbs snake and
Press,
One,
Upon
Another
Paper covers rock
Screen doors
Sink
Submarines, which
Torpedo
Battleships
Scissors cut paper
This paradigm
Of intrinsically cruel
Calculus
..
Chapter 2.
Sheathed in scales of sun fire’s resplendence,
Took an afternoon constitutional,
Spring's svelte bodice yielding
Ground, to the
Glaring,
Bronzed
Blitzkrieg
Bluster of summer’s
Arid
Onslaught
(Let’s begin with weather
Paint the milieu)
Seasons continue their steady
Successions
On the barrel
Rolls,
On we
Run
I am sheets of tender
Red fields
Beneath a
Merciless
Scythe
I enjoy seeing
Clouds
Gather
En masse,
Their mammoth
Shadows
Slide across the
Ground,
Swift,
In encroaching,
Penumbral
Silence
Reminds me of the processes
Of transformation
That are
Always
Occurring,
Without preamble,
Vibrating
Steadily, in the low
Register
Of our molecules
And awareness
I smile as the children
Dance
Upon the sands
Amidst the ubiquitous
Light
Ebullient
Eyes
Reduced to
Louvers
..
Chapter 3.
My musical talons,
Let’s begin (in earnest)
Contention:
Subjective observations
About truth
Are
Not truth, no more than
Objectification of sensory
Reality, is reality
They are
Inaccurate
Approximations
There is far more to
Being, than we
Perceive,
Within three
Dimensions
Of sensate
Ingestion
Perceived through a
Colored
Lens
Of prior experience
Bias
Vague images glimpsed with
Warbling, indistinct
Outlines, composed of
Vast, hidden dimensions of
Energetic and chemical
Constellations, mitochondrial
Power plants firing in electro
Chemical bursts, leukocytes surge
And mass into any
Breach of integrity,
Peristalsis distributes chyme
Into its constituent
Nutrients, to various
Organs, which each perform their
Intricately apportioned
Maneuvers, by a hierarchy of
Governance which begins at the
Apex of the spine, where the basal
Ganglia directs vast, subliminal
Operations, extends to
The crowning
Neocortex, wherein
Superliminal cognition, generation of motor
Commands, sensory
Perception, spatial reasoning and
This,
Assemblage and dissemination
Of language
Is generated and
Projected
Into this
White
Room,
No more
Or less
Real
&
True,
Than that which
You
And I,
Now,
In this instance,
Cohabitate
Imagine that
Eyes which hold the light
Hostage
Descend
Upon your Jovian
Gravity well
A thousand words
Assemble
Into
A framework
Mosaic
Come closer
Embrace me
Burn to cinders
In my hands
..
Chapter 4.
Swathed in scales of a moonless night’s seduction,
I drive to the beach, to
Breathe in
The expansive
Darkness, which
Lack of both human and natural
Edifice and growth
Lays the earth’s
Breast
Bare
Seabirds peck the
Ground, between intervals of
Their charmingly
Comical
Gait
Dark clouds
Crown
The horizon, in a
Momentarily glimpsed
Pantheon, as lightning
Arcs it’s crooked
Fingers across the
Length and
Breadth
Of this
Merciless
Church,
This
Effluvial
Coliseum
Left my shoes
And socks
In the car,
Toes grip the
Rough hewn
Sands,
Strewn with pearlescent
Fragments of
Seashell
Surf rolls and pounds its
Hoary
Wrath,
Its tidal arm
Crushing the shore
Beneath the salt
Bath, of its hard
Hands, before
It slinks upon its
Haunches in
Hissing
Retreat
I raise my chin,
Hands,
Arms
Outstretched into a
Horizontal
Plane, palms
Up to catch the
Subtle droplets of
Rain,
Falling in a hazy,
Soporific
Mist
Look,
Come and see,
My luminous
Scales, a pleated
Mirror, refracting
Refulgent
Levin
Light
See how ugly beautiful
I manifest
Sand. Surf. Self.
I was all encroaching,
Penumbral
Silence,
Shadow
Stretched
Across the length
And breadth
Of the white
Room
I was calm
And truth
Was life itself
..
Chapter 5.
Now the wings are mine,
Summation:
In this life, which we are
Momentarily
Gifted,
There are many
Dull repetitions of
Routine, what I had earlier
Defined as, simple
Homeostatic
Maintenance, a backdrop and
Foundation for events that
Imbue
Quality,
Into being
And yet,
Even these,
When viewed with
The clarity of
Full presence,
Are the essence
Of sensate
Being
Experiences that
Inspire
Substantive
Thought
And emotion,
Inalienable,
One,
From another
Experiences that inspire
Relativity
&
Relationships
To others and
Overarching concepts
Of form
And transformation, which
Are the static and dynamic
Realities, upon which translation of
Experience
Into reasoning
Discourse
Are predicated
Life is
Earmarked
In its
Details,
In its details, is found
The intimacy,
In its intimacy, is
Discovered
The emotional core of sentient
Being
Is not in dry, rational
Dualistic,
Subjective/
Objective
Aristotelian bifurcation
Or
Cartesian gravity,
As taught by
Dry, dusty
Ancient
Tomes, it
Lives
In the now
In the blood
Gall and liver,
Spleen and stomach
And heart of organic
Sentience, which cannot be
Divorced from the torrents and
Ebbs
Of emotion
And attempts at
Such
Have only damaged our
Hierarchy of
Cognizance
And dissemination
Of foundational thought and
Practice, which must,
Of its nature,
Be considered
In the fullness
Of its intrinsic,
Inseparable
Relationship
Between reflective
Reason
And dynamic emotion
..
Chapter 6.
A concatenation of thunders,
(Let’s close with a tight
Spotlight, upon
A revelation
Of form)
Her hair in splayed
Tangles,
Splashed across my
Chest
First,
This lost art,
This intimate contest
I, beneath your
Threadbare
Tremble
A woven
Galaxy
Throwing off
Breaths and
Spirals
I, your mendicant
And then
Arisen
In
Transformation
Unblinking through the
Inferno that
Pours
From my
Maw
How perfectly clear, those
Twin
Saucers
Of quiet regard
How dauntless
Her breaths
Are chapters
Of ash
Sibyl
Of undisclosed
Lamentation
Amidst the rising channels of
Vapors
And cryptic utterances
Of sooth
Willows
Wisps
Whispers
Pursed
Lips
Drink from the veins
Of this
Unfurling
Thesis
My tail
Of spikes
And
Sinews
Curled
About her
Bespangled
Ankles
Marveling
As I lay,
Beggarly,
Before
This
Oscillating
Energetic
Cosmos
This perfect
Unassailable
Design
I yield the floor.
Sincerely,
..
O Fílos Sou, o Drákos
By
Daniel Christensen
Writing as
🐲
..
"Wherever you go, go with all your heart." Confucius
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