I sleep among the shadows of a huge meadow
where the branches of tall trees reach down to touch me
And I am, at once, filled with their fluids, sap in my blood,
giving me the extravagant lustre to feel the highest veneer
of bark-wood, bathing in the sunshine! I think, suddenly,
of the passing of an electric current between sky and arm
like a lightning bolt in inventive Nikola Tesla’s mind!
And I, then, begin running in the radioactive fusion of
the stars of the night! They are all relative to my loping
in locution. I have a revelation of mathematical expanse, of all of
Geometer’s configurations in the imagination of Albert Einstein!
Would I go beyond everything, and have the knowledge
of the Universe encapsulated in a byte of graphite
unfolding in the transfiguration of myself in the singularity
of becominge one with AI in the gusto-filled mannerism of Elon Musk!
But, I am just thinking of myself in candour, like a white glove
of fog on my serendipity-hoping hand. Would it give my antiquity
a leverage, a clarity in the conundrum?! When I wish sincerely to understand
the subtleties of letting go, and the slaughtermen only want to capitalise
on the sacrifice of the venerable. You comprehend the folly of faith
in the wake of the wickedness! My reflection in the window pane
of the purple night sky sees the structure of sabotage turning over
another day, another lifetime in the woods, where I have passed in unfrantic
patience, sublimity and restraint. For all the imagination of great frontiers,
there are only sandcastles being brought down by a treacherous sea!
And I want to, then, be the logomachist subverting the treachery with a volley of confusing verbage!
That I then should hope that my greatness be a mere insect-repellant curtain, where my enemies
fall against my hide, like moths on a telling ferocious stormy summer night!
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