"...You have to factor in that '5th Dimension',
that ...into which our Minds grow like fungal tendrils,
drilling tunnels from its moldy green surface
into an orange block as of 'cheddar cheese' ...
Yes the simple minded worms and mites
on the Surface THINK! "Ah!...This is All there
IS to Life! ... I see, I eat, I understand! ...
WONDERFUL WORLD!..." yet beneath this
veneer, the unconscious reaches, stretches,
bends, twists and drills into the Hard Substance
underlying the Superficiality We Call Consciousness,
until one day, at last, just as Awareness Comes,
the Substance crumbles, then dries, or liquifies,
and all the Richness of the Dreams and Hopes,
Imagination and Awe, the Purposes of our Life,
crumbles, breaks down, liquifies or dries, too,
suitable only for Predatory Flies to Collect and Eat!
Consumers, WATCH YOUR CHEESE HEADS
Your Deepest Secrets of Life
are but a few millimeters away!..."
And then the Old Dragonfly turned to his humble,
infant irresdescendent progeny offspring,
separated only by the Preposterous Facade
on the Banks of the
RIVER OF TIME ...
And Amid the Teaming Crowd,
brave with the incaution of Youth,
dared to ask,
IS THIS ALL?! ..."
The question hung like a Sulfurous FART,
contaminating the entire crowd with its stench,
a monstrous Question which MUST be Answered,
A mockery All that is of the Blissful;
To Ignorance of All who Strive to Live,
to Keep GOING on the treacherous path
of LIFE ... It hung like a fumigation of Truth.
Finally, mouthparts quivering with age,
the Tattered Winged Master Answered...
"Son, may I call you Son,
even if you are My Daughter? - for,
you are just like a Son to me too! -
If I KNEW the Answer to your question,
do you not think I would NOT
have told you immediately at first?!..."
The blitz of the Old Ones' Admission of Ignorance
fanned out amongst the stunned masses
of his immense OffSpring CROWD...
Like a Great Embarrassment, it Silenced All ....
Until one more temorous Soul dared proclaim,
'IT IS THE ANSWER! Enough! TO LIFE!'
and suddenly the teeming multitude dispersed,
with the Whisper of a Great Cloud of Quiet Winds
Unfolding to Wait the Warmth of Coming Heat...
Now forgetful, waking ... they waited,
drowsy and forgetful, slow in numb coolness,
the dew still wetting their wings,
But the sounds of morning stirring
announced the coming of the Sun,
and warmth was soon 'to be'
Everywhere, at All Times,
Upon EVERYONE of Them...
Yes, upon them each,
everywhere in each 'present' ...
their disparate locations in Space and Time
having now removed them
seemingly untouchably far apart,
and to his or her own duty to life and reproduction,
all minds turned,
practicality began to carry great weight,
and with the beam of orangish warmth
upon their night-chilled wings,
the final anouncement of Day
and The Hunt to Survive
obsessed each their small brains,
the nectar of BEING
overflowed their fading dreams,
and the Vast Timeless Assemblage,
which is their nightly vigil,
Gary G. Ford, Calgary, Alberta, Fall 2002
2002 October 19 "LET THERE BE PEACE!"
Arc-driven plasma jets by Gary Gene Ford - 1972
Black Hole Sun
The Desert Keeps its Dead...
THE EIGHT unknown GREENS!
Electromagnetic Mind Field
"First Dog Bites ...!"
A Fog Bank
FORWARD INTO THE FUTURE!
THE GOLDEN RASPBERRY
"The GREEN Jester"
An Inspired Utterance Divine Projectionist
Inwardly Wired for Intelligence
Mighty Maniacs 2008
MT's Penultimate Eulogy
Notes to: Mighty Maniacs 2008
Notes of a Non Sequitar nature
RIVER OF TIME/Darkling Beetle
SHOULD I GIVE THANKS ...?
For "SILENT CATALEPTS"
The Snake and The World - May 2007
" T R I P T Y C H "
Universal Time Rhyme
WarmWind Additional notes to: Mighty Maniacs 2008