I
or we did @ 1 time declaim
that
8 the # signald single-digitally
was
representative of infinitie
when
toppled o'er & lying on its side
&
then went on to say that that #
whan
represented on a digital clock
containd
within itself all other numbers.
But
here we cannot shew you how this is
and
you will need to bring to centre stage
&
in the spotlight—that thin lemon wedge
that
clever pepil say is consciousness,
the
image of the number eight as rectangle:
right
angles top & bottom, right & left.
&
in this image, all the numbers live,
This
attribute is special to the 8
whan
renderd squarely, brightly. This we think
a
special correlation, and a sign,
and
to it we significance assign,
for
number eights made sharply angled aint
what
was when number 8 tipt over meant
eternity,
leastways when eggheads sd
that
that was what that then wld signify.
Now
are you with us? Do you understand,
which
is to stand under, in the light
within
wich ray you have epiphany?
Than
all is well and on we may continue
and
on & on but wither is the ?
Anon
says this, other anon says that.
We
tunnel w/ anons thru earth w/ stones
&
bones, where ancient wood in fetid loam
crumbles
like velvet cake, let us go on
&
further downward, down & deeper down
where
went Clark Ashton Smith & Robert Blair,
Lovecraft
& Poe, E. Howard, Baudelaire,
to
pungent dark decay, decrepitude
of
pile on pile of generations buried
unsung
& scantly monumented spirits
under
in ooze of gravid mouldering compost
moss
& treebark, root & roots long deep
roots
downward threading deltaed branches
networkt
nature's conjuring consciousness
in
progress yet they say w/o knowledge
yet
how can that which hath no vision forge
machinery
for sight, that wich is deaf
form
the ear-drum ? How in unknowing
process
persevere to make the eyeball,
no,
to grok the need to see, to understand
affects
of light, patterns & shapes ? How, in
nonbeing
grasp the needs of things that be
or
know what being is. Let us say a beast
w/o
hunger will not hunt nor eat for he moves
w
reason but w/o purpose will stagnate
w
time & space in stalemate, solid, inert,
unmoved,
not by necessity, nor desire
inclined
to that or this & yet they say
that
this is what it is & all there is,
to
keep up rep & tenure, publish proper
papers
undefiant, docile & conformd
confirmd
to pridefully perpetuate
the
status quo : we don't need no unsettled
apples
or unstepforded uncomfortable
individuals,
no peas outside the pod
to
prod the sleepy sheepy massd unwashd
or
be a pestilence to them on high
who
look upon us from the welkin down
w
blessings & beneficence or with
malevolence,
black, raveneyed or falcon-
focusd
beastly beakd & talond hunting
down
& down & redly bloody bring me O
my
bring me my arrows o
3.2014
