It’s meant to be fake, of course its fakery
that’s why it works.
Cover-up star cover star
up star stared upon
the starry deceit seen not
covered deceit star and seen deception star…
Our eyes are twinkling.
The falsity star misstatement; oh that was just an accident, a slip,and
it really meant
nothing
at all.
Star perjury brings fine rewards.
Star witness, nice hotel,
maybe just four star really.
Prevarication stars.
All tales told
tall tales
deep tales
long tales make for the star turn
conjuring and surgery, masks and masks, spells and fixes to control a creature whose control is largely given, already within the remit, a creature of combustion, of chemicals and mechanics, flow and rigidity, exhaustion and centre, gravity negotiated… Gravity negotiated in most instances…
But socially it seems this creature is wild. These social rules are all its own, only this creature makes the rules, and yet so often it is only this creature which refuses to abide by the rules. Here this creature becomes strange.
Body.
It becomes a body, as if by magic, and this is why it works.
And this is why it is wild.
The put upon and torn at and pushed around body
and in the fierce locality of utterance, of will, of dispel and ego, of the great swelling, world conquering, the swift surety of knife, and deep booming resound of a transaction
this how it works
noisy, unanswerable, beauty imperious,
an underground empire of need
needs body
whose needs are slavery resting upon a lie of reward.
Do not rehearse the future. Reverse from day dream and rest in this moment.
Turning and change lead nowhere; stopping we progress.
One day your just doing will not do.
Lament not you eyebrow’s broken symmetry.
