Marginal Maneuvers


The call:

ten thousand soldiers march
excited by their fear
entering the battlefield

in exchange for honor and medals

alas that\'s the idea

most will die of maim
others will suffer or inflect
illicitly contending their status of war hero
none of their lives is real

instructions nonetheless given

troops expendable with resilient weapons set
head counts therefore turned into a firepower curve

minds realizing amidst of mayhem
in dark hours of a sudden moon
death comes for free


Straight after the battle:

Murmurs
unheard by the living
unthought by the near-dead
emerging as undead
out of scattered corpses
bold
talkative
in tenses unknown
but they speak
not of battles
lost or won
they speak
clearly
unnoted
yet loud
demised
misdeed
reverse
acute
to the end
that one
may rise
as one
for all
who fell
and talk
back
pulled
by moonbeams


A resurrection? – the procedure:

Neuronal language,
dendritic translation
nervous laughter
consistent by electronic debris
reviving all that matter
to all that matters
overcoming finality
irrevocably
extracted by voice
of a satellite
that has no perception
of difference in tones
and words
of spoken languages

Intricate reality:

One rose
of realization
into realization
to proclaim
with just two lips
to speak
fluently
this humane language
carting around
in a wheel chair
treated
like a beggar
an invalid
a fool
a lunatic


His words:

We must not forget
the scale of things
We must not forget
the measure of nature
Take for example:
One!
Two people.
A few people.
A congregation of people.
A mass of innumerous people.
They’re like grains of sand in a desert.
Deserts,
mountains,
grasslands,
oceans,
arctic landscapes,
jungles and clouds.
A world, no more than a small pebble stone in the solar system through which it rotates.
A solar system, no more than a spec of dust in the galaxy that holds it.
A galaxy, just a drop in an ocean called universe.
A universe; a cell in the body of infinity,
a split-second in the motion of eternity.
There\'s an interaction between all these constituencies.
Consisting of pure joy.
And I\'ve been in all these places
for I died and came back ...
Just came back
to cure the virulent
strain of war
with some anti-lunaticum


Resume:

Maimed war hero
turning the wheels
after a talk to the walls
feeling joy
in the legs
he left
on the battlefield
just following
the principle that:

there is a motion of the mind
in which all comes to one
just all
ALL
He calls them:
Original Maneuvers
while he counts
manipulation
from mutilation
through amputation
with mutation
towards multiplication
concluding in rotation

His mind speaks silently:
The world may be round
and it\'s ways cyclic
But the universe is flat
And my missing legs
march its plain

His only hand raised
while he rolls down the slope


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