Welcome to the becoming.
Pale green Afros burnish trees.
There is so much water beneath
The sand, it could be another island.
Sometimes seeing the world upside down
Helps the sun go where it belongs.
Blood flows to the volcano at the center
Of the earth, a hive of algorithms.
Chalk-grey bricks congeal red eyes
Into smoldering rage within each cinder.
Unbecoming cures the language.
Memory fades, returns changed.
Magnetism noiselessly decomposes
Thousands of halide filings.
Being spied on is the price of freedom;
An ax cuts both ways.
Never move outside time, its blowtorch
Soldering iron bars together.
To contain the protest, televise it,
And forget the next day what you saw.
Privacy weaves catacombs to withdraw
All the butterflies back into caterpillars.
Becoming the unbecoming is what art
Is all about, anarchic in imbalance.
Purple crêpe-paper blossoms crown
Media puppets who spit up firballs.
Geodesic tinkertoys promise
Safety, security, and sneezes.
Cyberdrones, however, by remote control
Take all the light out of the flight.
Let both sides of a border
Learn to respect one another.
Unbecoming the Becoming
Is wishful thinking.
[TIME CRYSTALS– Frank Wilczek and a team of theoretical physicists at MIT came up with an idea that hypothetical structures exist that would appear to move without using energy. He called them “time crystals”]
The grand architecture of cupolas
Enfold a mother’s wail.
The bells inside them so forlorn,
So forlorn as to resemble prayer.
Chart the numbers, the numbers
Of people, their rise a profit.
To make things visible again,
They cast no shadow.
]Disposable Poem September 16, 2016]
Oscar Schlemmer’s Triadic Ballet, Germany, 1922.