AS HEATED PLASTIC BECOMES TAUT
THE FACE THAT BEARS THE IRIS NAUGHT
SLITHERS THRU RUSTED PIPES
AND JAGGED CORRIDORS
ERSATZ TEMPLES
IN A HORRIFIC UPHEAVAL
SCREECH IN LOW FREQUENCIES
BECKONING ONE TO BECKON
the decider of distance
as the despiser of death
The diviner of stances
is the youth of stillish dances
All the energies have their play
even that of those whove ‘gone away’
ENERGY IS DISTANCE
ENERGY IS SPEED
ENERGY UNWASTED SPEECH;
ENERGY IN DEED
ENERGY IS HEAVEN’S CONCEPTION
GREED IS ENERGY
SITTING STILL AND GRIMACING,
ALL THINGS THAT CAN PERCEIVED