Citizens of the Infinite
A Metamodern Ode (to Us)
Receding,
The horizons of knowledge.
Convulsing,
The tendons of certainty.
Exceeding,
The aspirations of the virtuous.
Citizens of the Infinite
Are we!
Lovers of the liquid state
Who move in endless circles
Transfixed by unlocatable centres
(Where gravity wells from waters lost
And limits are loved
as mind-made borders,
Good
For the structures
Of longing).
Friends
Of the great fluorescent bug
Nestled between the slabs:
The Metamoderna
Poised betwixt the Modern
And that which came after
(The post, the following,
the newly-wed devil’s bride).
Only now
They come together
(Over me)
And under everything
That can be named
(There where
The stars do whisper
Their arcane serenades).
Holding up the cosmos
To the hungry:
Eternal approach
and endless arrival!
Expansive disappearance
In the art of letting
GO!
Fully-blown
Incarnations:
Recursively self-reflexive!
Freedom of all possible views!
Shining silver platter
Of divinised
delights!
Dimensions in dimensions –
Nested natures
Of
Natural nirvana!
Nascent nirmanakayas
Bred,
And brooding,
And brewed by boundless love!
Raising children
Is no small feat
We say!
Raising small feet
Against an entire planet’s pull
Is no trivial matter!
And yet
Mountains
Curl up like dreaming dogs
Before our podgy toes
Resplendent in fur and folly
We
Gaze upon the urban priestess
All lustre and lies
And eyes ablaze with vision.
O harp-strings of heaven’s gate
Flayed upon the banker’s desk!
The Celestial Ignoramus
Wants more
Than he can be
And now the clowns have stormed the stage
Nothing’s funny!
Now they weep in bright-red rags
At the ongoing tragedy of their
ingeniously fabricated Act,
Metamorphosis occurs
And
Nothing
Indeed
Becomes
Hilarious.
Nothing,
in word and deed,
Becomes hilarious!
In death, no thing becomes!
(Hi,
Dr. Larious,
it’s an honour to finally to meet you
In the Flesh)
And I am become
The Joker
Dead before I was born!
Tearing up
At the tearing down,
Unborn before I was!
And I am unbecome,
The Tricksteress,
Bled before I was loved or known
(Torn from the forest womb,
breast-beaten, crest-fallen, far-flung,
and voracious).
Unknown
I shall remain
Abiding in emptiness
As that same sweet voidness
Abides in me,
And dwells and dreams
in my marrow-matter,
of bodies yet-unsung.
Pure and perfect,
Immaculate
All-good goodness,
The total transcendent consciousness
Of all that ever could be.
Self-arising wisdom -
How incredible!
All beings are my children
And so, verily,
with joy
I say
I have given birth
Unto myself!
Pristine, this noble silence.
Resounding, this roaring thunder.
Lullabies lilt
From willow’s harp
And the
garden’s great assembly
Is at ease.