at the still point

world wind bumpily blows,

calls eerie calls wise

calls yelps shrieks moans whispers

If the prey birds listen, if the forest

whips wails demands prophecy —

Sun licks lizard tongued, quick

(too quick to resist) sprinkling cinders.

Comet careens blam! and seas explode.

Worshippers sacrifice reason, reciprocity,

genetic empathy for terrible blessings.

Mechanical beasts blend with desperate

incantations to dystopic ends.

Drama worthy of Dionysus, (flourishing bow)

dear friends.  We are entertained.

Britely Britely pyrotechnic passion.

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Out, deep, beyond land view

silent, stirless, moonless, so cold, distant

starpoints, projected sky, empty eternity

Here the dance is all, prescient to music.

Still dance balancing the turning world.

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