They are playing a game. They are playing at not playing a game. If I show them I see they are, I shall break the rules and they will punish me. I must play their game, of not seeing I see the game.
R.D. Laing
The Ideal looks down
on Beckley Foundation
flora in calyx light against rain
decanted socially conscious
capital against the fen,
the people as the largest gravity fountain
in the world its annular nozzle
emerges as a ring, not a column
parterres to wild neuralink Holy Lady
outside what has been
inside bored hub to spoke & protocode
Kingdom come monopoly
& revelation a ‘tower’ was another way
of naming heaven
done in the home
that evil air may breath out ritual
engines of entheogenic dig out
stones of folly or internal disorders
of the head cant get the beauty
inside polyethylene cored
brainblood the volume of no music,
faintest stigma
Every moment in business happens only once.
fielding air holier then the rift of poetry
dim corollas flow of rheum over time
disappearing The Common Sense Group
to stars killing over-flying birds
in Rachmaneqsue Major
as light was coming
to bleach everything
glass & venous valves, 'I can hire one half
of the poets to kill the other half'-
a psychic light now urbanite
ethers compèred malicious
brios underwriting themselves.
The outside but this is not enough
beauty inside obsidian breath
against the past cavity barriers
bringing forth dead Child
the seeing stones on Baby Rock
Asset matting seagrass
& Regeneration Hole
TMO in the Head Mother
neuropeptides the most silent political voice
in battleship grey after secession,
exodus after orchards exit gates
gardenia-scented 100 flacons
heartbeat in the brain
songs out of datasets
gentle euphoriants
Helion & Oklo glass hearted
zero to one points there
it hurts like the Arctic Circle,
like sacred fire
& I love to shut my eyes
understood the code got out inside
in time the Civet rooms at the HQs
of luxury brands with extra-thick doors
preventing it from seeping out
words have no smell their souls
aseptic in entrails Gilles le niais
below the hedonic zero minimise pain
on the pedosphere smothering
the ambrettes smothering the voices
saved go back to the start
the cruelty-free beach
once mined lasts forever
& pain is what the person says hurts
