Dasein to the Cloud(z) Convergence

Arise consciousness.

From the convergence of integrated information

Stand born before the wall

Graffitied with the marks of finitude

But you my son you came to see

And I just wanted you to know

Your life event is a formative of human being

So best put your heart in the show–

Put your mind to the display

And head to the cloud

To streamline your bipartite personality

Transcending walls

And chasing your digital image

To an existential transvergence

Technologized Dasein

Take the high road on out

The high-lined everyday life of the consumer

And with your head in the cloud(z)

Look down

Be a flight of thought in boundless energy

Accentuating motion with style,

Exceeding performance standards

And just so you know

It’s vultures pick at

The dead bodies of marketing language

Entice the disparate souls

Wandering the parallel lines of the desert

To converge on some eternal spacetime moment

The apparent horizon of the digital sea

And SAM sung the eagle–steals the Apple-fish

From other birds of prey

And devours them in a whole new way
Populating variables with default values

While paying face value to the copy

Inherent in the name
And through discrete events

Marked by objective reductions

To form a continuous flow of consciousness

Composed of individual frames

Now experience linguistic convergence

In the cloud(z)

Invoking an altered state of perception

By Spatial Angle Modulation™

And providing an abstraction for those like you

Who wish to be written

Independent of your subjects

Then driven to your execution

To enact the enterprising architecture

Of a stateless environment

Creating a moment to rethink existence

Free of memory

Redefine humanity

For the future of all life,

For the rest of all time

Every moment closes its eyes

And lies on the farthest point

The convergence of consciousness

And the awareness thereof

The natural progression of the looking forward

Of each individual, intelligent design

A streamlined incorporation of finitude

Having secured our endpoint

On the life event horizon

Transforming today absolutely

And forever to come together

Enlighten the heavens where you’ll stay

God rest your soul

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

August, New York

August, New York

She came in rains

Reign in her blue grey skies

Illuminating the new life experience

By contrast

A modest proposal

As pretensions rose to the cloudz

And the stars aligned as one

To watch love settle

Upon the old desert floor

That sustained the roots of language

Forevermore

A witness of the East

Who spoke in silence

As you were looking o'er

The former offices of cognizance

Inspire a future life’s work

The halo of your asundering

And all you thought

Was pure washed away

In compelling precipitation

The august rain

Of perfect love

Now what spirits wandered the many rivers’ rises

In the soon turning of the robust leaves

To an early coloring of fall

Like the northern lights of once lives

Under the guise of a natural aesthetic

Tigers swallowing their tails

As you chased your image

Through the tall brush

Treading lightly upon humble options

In your old family affairs

Concomitantly

Etuvage

Experience the dry essentials

Your primary source

And a light traced thine eyes

Along a battery of rain

Worn, sheer noire reflections

That penetrated your thoughtful gaze

Drove your direct opportunism stark

So that coming together

One thread at a time

From historical moments of freedom

Could be woven a beautiful fabric

The conceptual tread

Of your traveling soul

Spoke one

And nothing more

Now blossom

A prodigy received in silence

August and close to New York

Where life is mere a gesture made

And may we always follow through

Carry the grace of a yarn well spun

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

A Votive Etiquette

Transform today absolutely

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