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Uploaded by on May 30, 2008

a sketch of visionary poet will alexander

watch out
for flying glaciers...

the gravitational fields
will be drought stricken
and stumped
the blossom
of light
that polen ate'z
with magma molecules
expandtion with nova in
tent meeting
weather fronts
fondled by the bold
polar axis now
limply spewing
hail stones
and volcanic ash
reincarnating
and bombarding
the upper strattas
of imaginattion and myths
monotone ringing
thru crystal fragments
the earth will shift
time zones
becomming
old
relief mapings
in a nued world
as a result of internal
eco malalighnments
causing weather patterns
to spontaneously trance
mutate glaciers
loosing grip
of the
equators hip
hopping in volcanic convulsion
spewing oceans and lakes
and sand storms sonic mirages
surrounded with swirling glass
particals from prismatic orbs
of opal and obsydian crystals
imploded into the aer
o dynamics
of myth...
calling
for a
nu
axis
a critical
massing
.
.
.
obatala is creation..
the existance
of all essence..
saturnal in nature
of force and structure
manifesting it's opposite
as that broken...
creation is the making
of new forms from that
which exist and
pre exist in some
instances...
that is why obatala
is represented
with broken figurines...
he is breaking and
reshaping them...
that flow is
what prexist
all being...
the flow...
what is fluid
and many elements are
fluid
without contridicting
each their own nature...
light is fluid sound
is fluid cycling
in synesthesian
de/breeze
the power
of fluidity
flow
and water...
oshun...
stronger even than fire
since fire can rage
upon the surface of water...
but never can fire dwell
within the essence
of fluidty
since therein
resides resolve....
pureness
leaving no residue
to consume to flame...
and oshun is her name...
segu perhaps
from where she came ....
hince segun...
yet she travels with the
blacks myth ogun....
who caldornes flame
in two
obatala's structuring
the elements
thru the eons....
in the nova pocked
womb of miranda
a resonating neon fluid
lines the succulant walls
of obsidian stealth
embracing the hydrogen
oricale that illuminates
the in trance
of ascensions
geometric vacum
constructed of vevez
and saxohpone fumes
sucks the dew into opal
isometrics imploding
into evaporation
beneath the surge
of sunlight that
summons consiousness
into shadows
and astral forcast...
ing bones and broken locks
over my shoulder
into a rainbow disolving
becomming a hogan's mist
condensing ntu
threads of neon
and novan gas
clouds emitting
streams of consciousness
that empty ntu
oceans of imagination
forming a vertical beach
that erodes the helium
sap and sinew
that connect
tributaries of fantasy
ingrained with corral
condensed to pearl
and ivory
polynesian sanctuaries
on which piruetes
a one finned myrhmaid
stroking the single current
which unites
the stillness of all
fluidity
making a lap harp
of coral and sea moss
that resonates
the aqua overtones
of inverted trimetrics
and glistening scales
from flying fish
and antlered salmon
surging
with mongolian gensieng
linking opal vertebre
poised to extend
dragon wings
exposed to neon
and magmas
mirandan mirages
luminous lithographs
serenading
an approaching
dawn guinea fowls
harmonising myth
maise in the sametrix
as the empires
of ancient mali
the dogan myth systems
link with that of the
olmec mayan black wholes
quetsacotol jelly rolls
the featered serpents
that dance around
black foot fires
and brimstone hailing
from a saxophone
sculpted of sacred antler
and onyx
pearls and opal
to absorb the tears
of the ancesters
unanswered agony
thru the ages...
urban sages blow
into palmed charcoals
for luminence in the dark
cities with no trees
or birds or rivers
without metal whales
washed ashore
on vertical beaches
where tibetian flags whistle
in the gale force
twisting sand to glass
prisims in which the
color full dance
of ascendance
gathers in the
smokey huts
of the warriors
welcoming the dawns
akashic analogs
french braiding satalites
frequencies into crowns
of light set
upon the heads
of uncrowned jazz heros
the zeros behind each
century turning the 1900
voices gathered
in the jazzmen
scented mist
of st. charles into
cottons fiber
optic filiment
looking past 2000
reflections of dolphy
hand printed
on serenghetti
cave walls
pointing in all directions...
east of the sun
west of the moon
rites of spring
left of summer
salting glaciers
in the solstace of
winter's waveless
equipoise
echoing the neon
noise of
fragile figs leaves
lavender beneath
the wait of harvest...

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