From the
darkest of your furthest reaches
The sun came
arising in bitter jest
Grit your
beautiful heart
And smile
for the camera
As the open
shudder of the black angel’s wings
Steals your
soul clothed
In the white
music of the spheres
The collective
voice of the ages bellowing white noise
At the
pinnacle of Reason
The church
bell tower
Hiding behind
the clapping shutters of imaginary numbers
The black
angel snapped for a moment
And let in
only enough light
To cast a
brief shadow on the wall
A silhouette
against Reason
Veiled in
the transparent curtains of corporate etiquette
Shrouded in
voices not your own
An ideological
commitment to the poetry in vogue
And embracing
the poems in law
I do accept
your hand in the marriage
Of work
product and the soul
Corporate persons
with intellectual property
Standing as
individuals of the collective
And how does
it feel to be off the wall?
Hors catégorie
The
free spirit in a branded world
Harping
on a poetry left to the shadows
From
a higher plane of cognizance
Trimming
the byproduct selvage of the machine loom
Stamped
by the signature apathy of contemporary denim
On
the highest note of the seven string lyre
Strummed
closest to the player
To
sound some harmony of the spheres
In
the black angel’s forsaking the morning star
And
donning the façade of white wings
Through
the guise of feminine power
The
digital mode of production
Gave
validity to the minds of the cloud
Those
individuals who reached in singular e-motion
Towards
the shining communist star in the sky
The
equitable distribution of wealth
As
determined by the bellowing voice of Reason
The
latent judgments of a God
Buried
in the history of philosophy
And
deep in the bellowing grey echo
Of
the moonlit cumulus sky
A parasite
spawned in the brackish waters
On
the midnight river’s sheen of noire
And
bred in the late light of the morning star at sunrise
It
was the lingering desires of starry nights
Buried
in the glitched troughs
Of
the dark zeroes of streams
Always
moving forward
The
abyss grew and expanded
Long
wide and deep
Dreams
like morsels of light
Reflected
in the watery crests
That
danced in knowing of their return to the sea
So
long the many rivers of the night flowed uphill
Filling
the dried nostalgic cuts through the desert of language
And
moistening the coagulation of black hearts
In
the arid land of your soul to flow again
Through
the vibrant and lush growth of your corporate entity
A crepuscular
moment cast your shadow on the wall
Larger
than life at the rise of the new day
The
ambitions of imaginary numbers
Leapt
over the wall and through the cloud
And
stitched stars into the fabric of the universe
Like
silent sheep thinning the herd
Taking
the light for themselves as celebrities
If
you can walk on the cloud in a corporate heaven
And
stare into the blinding desert sun
There’s
a black star shines darker
From
along the banks of the midnight river
Stare
through the façade of corporate etiquette
And
enlighten their black hearts
The
midnight river froze them in their thoughts
As
they took you for the sun
A black
sheep shining in the darkness
The
guiding light of the herd upon the second coming
Stare
through the kindnesses
To
the deep pools of amoral judgment
In
the black pupils veiled as students of the light
Just
use the eye and face the strange
And
let the river take them away
The
natural smoothing of the raw edges
The
natural polish of the selvage
A heartstone
drawn from the midnight tributary of the sea
And
your shadow on the wall was looking back at you
As
the sunrise hallucinations of a driven mind
Retreated
in the stark daylight
And
the absence of the cloud had hung over the night
The
revolution of the sun
Like
the revolving door of bureaucracy
Déjà
vu au courant
They
took you for the change they wished to see in the world
And
frozen au courant
Along
the surface of the midnight river
The
waters beneath their dreadful shallows
Held
the guiding stars of the sea in their depths
An
ocean within
And
you sailed along and watched for many things
Like
Reason and Freedom
And
you traced the source of the stream
To
their soullessness
A sacrifice
in spiritus mundi
As
if they had been some liquid light
Flowing
out from the legalese
And
plain English was the air
That
tried to keep you inside yourself
Contained
The
midnight river of your thoughts
Reflected
the constellation of your soul
That
wandered the arid land of your corporate entity
A tributary
merged into the post-contemporary copy
A communist
utopia
The
polished cut of manic striations
Run
raw cut through the free marketplace
And
the flakes of white snow ran perpendicular
To
the flight of the black angel
In
the direction of constant progression
Be
boundless energy
The
copy mill was rigorous
And
the freeway was your relief
Chasing
freedom all the way home
In
the crepuscular setting of the desert sun
Your
shadow rising off the wall
At
the theft of your beautiful soul
And
the bitter taste of poor quality
Lingering
long after the sweetness
Of
the imaginary numbers’ curves
Were
revealed as a façade
Like
the devil’s kiss on a wild fox
Out
damn’d spot!
Out
you say!
As
the morning star was looming
The
light at the end of the tunnel
On
the waters of the midnight river
Journeying
ever on
A blanket
Freedom pulls up over Mother Earth
In
Her divine pregnancy
And
through the reflections of the stars
You
can still see the sun
In
the kind of exhaustion that feeds your stolen soul
In
spiritus mundi
And
in backwards revolutions
In
spiritus fakey
Branding
the adventurous spirit become
Le
Madonna Noire
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
