Springs of Man

The Rivers of Eon flows towards Metropolis,
to feed its aqueducts of Nature and Industry-
springing fountains to cascade brilliantly
in Markets and Man, civilizations last stand.

We stand on a bridge of rainbows on a path through
an orchard that brings gladness from ripe apples
Yonder is Hawking Market wherein robots sell their latest,
and further on the return path to the beginning of creation.

We tarry watching the River Eon to spy on goldfish and cat-tails
that grow wild like a sideways witch-
The rainbow bridge takes but only a moment, but saves an eternity
so we continue to savor the air under Apple that stands tall-
-er than Oak in the wastelands beyond Metropolis' gated walls.
A few warbles from a wren nearby lights up the bridge
to glowing, wavering green, pulsating to its soliloquy.

Hearts full, we continue to the other bank wild
with crazy cat-tails sprouting onto a path amidst,
and out into the orchard. We walk to the sound
of heavy apple planting themselves and
ten-thousand deer scattering the seed.

Feet-sore, we come to Hawking Market
to be pressed back by glaring plantations of billboards and infomercials.
A million lights blink and hum overhead as people crawl over each other
amidst billboards and robotic overlords and carnival rides set up.

We duck into a movie theater and wait in line to buy a ticket
for a romantic comedy of errors, The Lady of Mazes. At the end, a lottery
number pops up on the silver screen and Triton, my friend, wins ownership
to a central vending machine which means both work AND money.

Leaving the movie, we dodge and crawl
to program the business method of it.
Triton babbles on about his good-luck on the way
and I comment how awesome it is to be in the BUSIness district.

Approaching, it recognizes Triton's silver wrist bracelet he's holding out
“Root Access” blinks big and red from the front panel;
Triton quickly plugs in his AI from a small memory stick-
weeks later he'll be able to buy another hydraulic magneto
to run another vending machine.

Triton is lucky he got a break-in product
that will seed itself like a stellar big-bang.
I return home to drink a beer and sew up the tears
in my torn retina.

To Be Fed by Hay

Of Life's Mystery
Everything was known
It was all so simple
so needed no simplification
adding to my smile a dimple...


Man, either a spiritual animal
or a materialistic one
focused either on Nature
or Industrial Suns


Nature flows to man as
Industry flows to marketing
Everything else a field
of force fields guarding
and returning to source
that is, Industry and Nature
of course
an electro/magnetic dipole


Of life's gravity
Cities, States, Countries
Men and their families
A solar systemic galaxy


Of monies nuclear attraction
protons, neutrons,
quantum
gluonic satisfaction
exchange of stability


Of taxes' radioactive decay
of income, property, and sales
a nuclear breakdown
of relative particles too large


Man navigates all this
like the bison
ranging 18,541 acres
Penned off and limited by industry
and corporate lobbying
Only free to explore
outside the means to work
within the limits of work,
or copper ore, or road corridors
farms, and Nations mutualism.
And these are our fences.

The Cyser of My Eye

As the river unwinds past cities
-it enters the aqueduct pipelines-
to which it feeds into Nature and Industry
powering magneto gunmetal
as well as orchard petals,
creating different beasts

The apple leads to Man supreme
-that plan-suited conqueror-
a creation of monstrous necessity
feeding off the nectar
predicting the vector,
and plants the Appleseed as investing

The electricity leads to Markets' steam
-that profit-robotic business method-
a creation of monstrous greed
eliminating freewill
while gaining mills,
and buys businesses for expanding

I would argue our power is only lent
-but that's not the truth of it-
bursting greed has always been inside, pent
greed begets greed
as seed begets seed,
Let us drink a glass of mead, and mend