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a vision

December 19, 2012
By migwam ELITE, Tumwater, Washington
migwam ELITE, Tumwater, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present." --Marcus Aurelius


I.
behind the heavy doors of sleep
escaped wandering through swatches of magenta air
the parted found the whole and melted
into lumps of solid gold
beneath alien trees on alien moons in alien skies
beneath familiar windows and alien goodbyes
in crashing waves and whalesong they arrived
angry gods we have created and denied and then tricked into dying
found me and pressed me into ice wine with their hammers
made me account for all I’d done
but I could think of nothing
nothing but the nothing I’d become

II.
first I saw the animals
thick ropes at their necks straining against the worlds they’re forced to pull
groaning and braying and speaking in tongues
their paths endless and flat
as I rode on their backs into war
I saw Jesus in the desert eating sand from the palm of his hand
and did not call to him as we lumbered past
still I heard him say to me
this is right; this is real
we eat the skin from the bottom of our boots and march on
we march on
I saw the cities of the future tumbling forever through kaleidoscopes
and sideways watched them gyrate into dust
Jazz Age ladies swung their cigarettes at me
from one direction to the next I tasted burning smoke
only the old men knew what to do;
they let their frail bodies be consumed
by the tidal waves of time machine tomorrows
barely I eluded them, following footprints back into the rain
raised my face and asked if I was finished yet
but I heard nothing
nothing but the nothing I’d become

III.
the deepest dark is that of your own body
the lowest level is the one I crawl
long perfect fingers stretched through years of tunnels
aching endlessly
pressed up against the walls
and at the end I saw you standing in the static
as I have in other visions, one thousand times before
you raised your arms
in false surrender
raised your voice
in gentle timbre
howling helplessly and finally

“I came—

I am—

you’ve conquered”



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migwam ELITE said...
on Apr. 23 2013 at 6:10 pm
migwam ELITE, Tumwater, Washington
240 articles 20 photos 152 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present." --Marcus Aurelius

YES. I put forth a challenge worthy of the Great Mckay. (high fives self) This poem is based basically exactly on a very vivid, triptastic dream I once had. I don't quite know what it means, but I woke up reeling and spent the day writing. Certainly I knew Allen was behind me the whole way, muttering, crazed, in my ear what my dream might have meant. The first movement was my entrance into my sleep-world (upside-down, magenta, full of frightening giants and rememberances). The second movement was the majority of the dream, spent wandering from a desert that represented (I think) human futility into a kaleidescope whirlpool of Time. And the last movement is just abstract sex. I don't know where the hell it came from.   Crazy f****n' dream, tell you what.

Mckay ELITE said...
on Apr. 23 2013 at 2:41 pm
Mckay ELITE, Somewhere, Virginia
146 articles 0 photos 2260 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do."
—Apple’s “Think Different” commercial, 1997
“Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.”
― Weihui Zhou

Ok. Ok. I had to read this a couple of times. First, I must say it reminds me a bit of Allen Ginsberg's "Howl," altough I'm sure—or at least think, you weren't on LSD while you wrote this; it's also not as graphic as "Howl". Hmmm...I'm really somewhat stuck in some way as to what to poem really means. But due to a couple of lines, I'm thinking this poem is the somewhat endless journey we call Life. For example in stanze II the last three lines: "raised my face and asked if I was finished yet/ but I hear nothing/ nothing but the nothing I'd become." I have a feeling you're asking, Am I finished with life yet; can I be dome with it? Yet Life won't answer you. Instead, it converts you, as it does with most poeple, into nothing. In the third stanze is the end of this journey. Death so to speak. "I came—/ I am—/ you've conquered". You conquered Life at last. Great poem. This is impressive. Everything aobut it. You deserve more than 5 stars.