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Two the Gnu Civilization (poem)

Operating systems of red and blue
theme packaged premises of dreams fort tomorrow
ahead of plug in ergonometric ties
metavnoic springs with political quanta
pingers of horned prongs like ming things Shanghai'd
to flaming hydrogen oceans roiling under the winds

Space-time networks of power filling
cavities of desperate maps with shadows
sculpted light hills and crenelated mimes
with life flowing a blood red river of your's
uncertainly sure of curdling up to a fag end
where life stops to depopulate
gathering in the valleys of pent up strife
Quick like bunnies running amok
married too produce 1+1+1 ...
the little round world environment finite yek unbounded surface
littered with piles of goodies made in factories

Spring reptiles flex muscles in the sun
as nodes of opportunity of warped space-time lines of protocol
virtual quarks placed with just that panache of energy
glistening like gnu green leaves
water falling through chasms of disconformity splashing
time dilating too slowed down approaching infinite transition to nothingness
all over again
where the smell of roses and low entropy are fresh
while blue shifts to oblivion colliding in the same pile ups
as the vanishing point of time in space

The city in the lost valley
behind doors in one of innumerable buildings
shelters parties about the purpose
-for others an uncertain purpose
where with all geodesic arches over the road 
and under the mines led
emerging through columns and a portico
when brick slum tenements are neat reminders of past
potential for future vacant worlds of experience
up above the difficult cliff and climb onto the dirt ledge
that country lanes flowed from like streams
to cobblestones roads of Euro-designs morphed in walk-up permutations of being emptied of warehouses where yuppies might gather
levering packages on slopes before drought and weather climes fall
on the plateau with encroaching dead serts
tourists will make up revenue shortfalls
like wealth redistributed to special interests a bridge too far
yek space modules last exit from unforeseen exigence
took flight to form the gnu civilization.



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