plato's allegory of the cave was just
the sort of worded precursor,
one might expect from
furthering the analogy...
into the jungian collective unconscious:
where one were to move beyond
seeing a man, and his shadow,
as a plumber, but see both
man as his shadow,
the man,
and his deviation from having
spent his life in plumbing...
what began as the patonic
allegory that became:
the t.v., had to become the vortex...
the cat "thinks" it has won
a battle against me...
i've kept the window, open...
so he could "pretend" to sneak out...
he can fathom the night,
as i fathom sleep,
on the surface of the moon
i'll meet him in my dreams...
what is the moon?
that riddled geogrpahy of acne
of a world awaited...
from crimson, to orange,
through to canary,
and at its zenith: the clarity
of ivory... and then,...
shadow...
the disappearing face...
much more than that
pulverißing
if you only managed to look the sun
in its pupil...
the iris of venom coming from
venus, the equilibrium calamity
of earth.... the soothed mars...
the third eye of jupiter...
the plucked orb of saturn...
the vacant autistic piercing glance
of neptune....
have you ever looked for as long
at the sun, having looked
so casually so long at the moon?
haven't you, out of curiosity...
notice... its ultra-violet
pulverißing sheen?
the vibration of ultra-violet?
it's as if quicksilver was melted
a second time and it's like
quicksilver melted a second time:
and this second time
created a bubbling echo of vibration!
when white met violet and indigo...
and what came from it?
dalmation interruptions...
there came from it a hyper-rotation...
after all:
there was never a copenican n.e.w.s.
to begin with (north, east, west, south)...
the grand scandinavian
titans of greek myth came from
the Arctic... but they didn't settle
on mt. olympus...
on whatever greenery was made
available come norway...
funny though... no eskimos
in scandinavia...
the bleaching effect wasn't matered
by the conclusive plateau
of darwinian explanation...
no eskimos in scan-di-na-via...

that's about as distressing as finding teeth
in an aardvark!
where will a cocktail slurp
ever originate from? a slush puppy?!

ever look the soon in the "eye"...
the whole oculus per oculus?
one of my eyes looks towards the moon?
ever look at the sun though?
not once ever see it vibrate?
rotate in a way...
that allowed it to rotate both up
and down, side east to side west?
a bit like that contraption
born from the n.a.s.a. spce project...

the multi-axis spane trainer...
that's how the sun behaves...
it's static... but it's only static....
because it has a white rim...
and interpolates violet and indigo
in a ultra- "concept"...
i don't have the right words...

i also believe that black holes?
are 2-dimensional objects
in a 3-dimensional space...
who's going to prove me wrong?
we don't even have!
equipment to prove me wrong!

or just ask a bilingual...
what insult it is...
to be deemed a schizophrenic...
i'll reply:
i'm a fucking quadratic!
a quadrophren!
so much for english speaking tourists
learning their base lingo
when visiting Madrid!
i guess that only suggests...
more the Majorca sort, then?
my intelligence was insulted...
time to insult "theirs".

i don't mind delving into psychiatry...
but i ask you...
have you ever looked at the sun
with a naked eye?
have you seen its multi-axis orientation?
you can see ultra-violet light
on the surface...
i'm only asking because:
i know what i'm asking...
this is not a question of: the cult's nod...
or some intelligent negation,
or asking whether fact is,
or fact isn't, whether under
a concensus scrutiny...

you either see it... or you don't...
last time i heard...
people are afraid to look at the sun directly...
they will therefore, never see,
UV in the visible spectrum,
and the only place they will see it,
is on the surface of the sun...

it's quiet a pulverising multi-axis vibration...
and it has a colour...
what's yellow, red, orange...
begins as violet / indigo...
ultra- even...
i can't explain it any further...
you will have to sacrifice
peering at the sun with your naked eye...

which is probably a lot more than
some hindu yogi will expect you to perform
to concentrate upon the focus on...
"nothing".

do i want the punk edition,
or something equivalent to it being stashed
in my drawer for 3 or so years...
so i can just, just hope to perfect
the presentation of punctuation -
but hardly being able to revise
the raw imagery?
n'ah... fuck it... as imperfect as it is...
i have perfections to mind...
mine is never going to be a relief
via the Vitruvian encapsulation...

to whatever replica in waiting...
whether Shiva dancing,
or Vishnu talking.