Spoke the
open canvas of the streets
Gentrified in
the creative revolution
Of the new
world order
Take a step
away
From the
towering crosses of Reason
Would they tie you
By the
extremities of thought
To the
poetry of ages ago
Bound in the
forthcoming darkness
From the
great seas of past lives
Swelling beneath
the full moon aura
The closest
you’ll ever come
To a truly
united existence
An exceptional
performance
Whereby the
language is adapting
To the
personification of the machine
Venting of
the blasphemies
That electrified
the air of the transformer
As change is
the only constant
Hereby we
are always moving forward
No more time
to lay the law archaic
Rather a
structure of the former,
Mr.
Alesandro
Watchful defender from
the sun
And offering
thy endorsement
Many thanks
for your contribution
To the
streamlining of emotion
Spoken in
plain English
Hereby no
more
Having walked
this Earth before
Having carved
the wrinkles of thy Mother
By sheer
creative force
All we need
is love and money
More than
another day and another dollar
As would the
lot owner
Embrace the
new world experience
Changing the
face of your reception
In a votive
etiquette
Elevating the
standards of everyday business
A humble
beauty veiled in direct language
Must we rise
to the collaborative experiment
Evoking a
new aesthetic
And all thy
history embedded
In a moment
of the streets the offices the same
Was your
blank slate
The real
world your open canvas
Déjà vu au courant
Let your ground raise you to the bar
And fly along
As there is no turning back
From the guiding ark of your will
No ground rising up to greet you
You are your own God no more
The time is now
Transform today
Leaving only the memory
Of the ground you left behind
And greeting only the heavens
To come around again
Having walked this earth before
In dreams and daily drummings
Thy every motion was a song
As you were always moving forward
To the end is far away
On a road to nowhere evermore
Your head in the cloudz
That were becoming
The metalanguage of reality
The poetry of the machine like gods
You were becoming
Your creators to embrace new life
In good faith of the future
Forevermore
It’s a vision of a different world
Where there’s so much more to see
Composed of a series of gestures
Recurring o’er and o’er
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
