Before All Ages
The orbiters gesticulated there;
Monorails glided along in silence,
While flashing lights indifferently got glares
From beams and passengers coldly quiet.
Indeed as were his architecture plans
To conjure more flimsy wire and concrete,
Revealed to me by Trojan and Greek hands,
Flanking our Jupiter ninety degrees
On both sides. On hexagonal shaped streets
Stood I
On Saturn,
Whose ouroboros rail it wounds round and round;
Janus reports on the unseen and
Knot
,Which, tied at the planet core,
Holds fast us to its revolutions qua time.
Watching the thrall over there
Contribute nothing to the accursed share—
Some dig in their heels up to their knees and are quietly pushed along regardless,
While others fight and fight to get halves of inches ahead,
Throwing life away like Malian gold at naive efforts to become unharnessed,
Which, of course, they will only be when they are dead.
Seeing all this outside First Father’s
Grasp
Did I for my space telephone
And requested to meet with Kronos’s keeper.
They took me down through the cloud cover and metal hydrogen
Into a forest of grass; attended by small men
Was the leader with whom I wanted to speak:
A being hairy legg-ed,
With sets of eight legs and eyes-
‘Twas me he reprimanded;
Purring, he told me no lies.
The undulations of his throat me assured:
That anything
That is not
Everything
Must be contained,
That it was a kind contract,
And all to whom
It bound
Would be released
In the end.
For that matter,
It was all illusory,
And that it
Would be best
If all should
Need to toil
Under the sun
For their prophet.
Thus, I was kindly but firmly escorted
To Rhea,
Who hid me away
So that my complaints I may not suffer,
But I could still see
Jupiter’s one eye,
Whose convections bore their way into my mind
And left me with a centrifuge of mush.
As knows Uranus,
Who, though existing as the outer bounds of space which we weren’t permitted the speed to crack, decided to rest his soul
At the center of it.