In the Tree with the Regional Hegemon

CRASH FLOW

The sleep we need deceives us

into thinking we are in control.

So oneiric oratory resounds 
beyond dream's penumbra.

The better idiolect matters.

A bitter tax trickles down. 
Thus insurgent up grudge, 

syllabic ingots, word-derivatives

exchanged for time nodules,

critical capital glut, puts and calls 

of the new feudalism.

The anecdotal focal length

is measured in ruins. Eon

warble as pomegranate grid.

Persephone in cellular

hell. Havoc text distributed

as seed or bitmap. By any

other name, genetically

modified or chemically

enhanced, trans-planetary loss

or gnostic occupation, the un-

grammatical dark we come to,

loosely, disinhibited. A 

sentence is an iteration.

The folding up of history

in this case is loaded, like-

wise the lesions of being

human. An an-

thology of misery would be

preferable to that abstract

mash-up of casual myth-

ologies. The irony

cannot but brutal be. 

Context Event Recognition

I thought that this might be one way. A sense of inordinate measure with a peripheral inference of incomprehensible absence. "I" colludes with the blues to produce the epitome of kind. Not only the body but heaven knows otherwise. Obviously improbable autochthonic entity with a blue dress on. Resonance would be wanton and enlightenment in vain.