Wishes, Lies, and Dreams

Signal/News through the Noise #2

A part of me is “The Abandoned One” even though no one who matters has ever abandoned me. This Abandoned One I hear on the echo, also on ripples of the mirror surface of America.

Dystopia/dérangé

This is the time for spiritual orgies and entheogens, the internal horizon dawn.

When the world is upside-down, don’t turn yourself upside-down (or inside-out). Hang sideways — then you have an angle on it all, without forgetting what’s right side up.

Soothe yourself and your loved ones, soothsaying upon the fumes of mineral baths, isolation tanks, and cenotes. Where else are you going to make your sacrificial offerings?

Sorry, if you think we’ve ended up in the wrong parallel universe; Eternal Recurrence organizes forth along a chiral axis, thus ever and always — again and again — fate or what you will tips one Way, forever the same.

Since the clowns are concealing weapons, like them, form bands, and (frenzied, beribboned) take to the woods as much as to the streets; in Dionysiac ecstasies tear apart kings and all that inhibits your free thinking. Dance off your own predictability.

Keep your grip, and don’t let anyone get a hold of you.

Disoriented by your own ups and downs, and whirling? The Internal Horizon Dawn levels itself like a dashboard compass ball as we, for kicks and kickass, careen along majestic ruptured highways.

auroral scorpion, sting my eyelids / awaken me to visions unforeseen

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• Signal/News through the Noise: Hang Sideways in a World Upside-Down

• Prompt: Wishes, Lies, and Dreams

  Inspired by Kenneth Koch’s Wishes, Lies, and Dreams.¹