domingo, 4 de diciembre de 2011

Buffalo Dance


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Edison in the headlights
the World is Watching
Action! is the Word action! (makes things happen)
Frontiers – make things larger
ever Falls must Rise
ever Greens – die – a fake death

Cut! Action cut!
Tools must sharpen tools
Rise and Fall – but a story
Cut -- and Divide !
Segment upon segment
Foundations fake foundations
And the End

the Real Thing – only slightly real
and barely a thing
But when Told (sometimes if nicely told) – the Story
engages Truth – invents It
bears It & inherits It
signs a Will of It

trains go Out West
the World Divide
like Film – reel to reel
and rail to rail – the Universe blows
Is it separate from It – is it It ?

brothers out of sisters out of brothers
dance the Buffalo dance
make the Buffalo dance
story Tell the Story telling
the vast Building
Universe Comprehending

for them (for It) there is no Side of the Road

Action! Adventure! Elephant Guns!
trains go Out West
lights go Out Dark
bring in the Smoke Machine !
the Fog Machine !
set up the Travelling !
Will have Blood on the Tracks tonight !

Thus Shall Be

Adding chapters to the Book
ever brings you back to The beginning
there is No-book
– says me – we just can not Be on It
(much as we extend cannot inhabit or tread It)

Cut to the Ghost Dance!
Wovoka! make it Real!
Here comes the choo choo train
Choose your side & be quick
(Actually you can’t choose a side)
You cutting a stick
God bitten by the headlights – I can see !
Hand me that pamphlet
Nothing is destroyed !
Hand me a shot & a chaser !
Writing the past here !
Writing the future !

Where the shiny things Were
There – We shall Be
In the Dark – they shine unminded the Rush inviting
Our Golden Guide neglected (unbelievable)
doing the Buffalo dance
Action in the headlights!
this is It guys – Our Dream

(Yet which are the names in the credits?
whose is the Seal The End?
Words upon Words do Infinity
No-brand may cut the tail of It
only Its teeth recede)

Truth and Story overlapping
– in a Line – Horizon
where the Buffalo is dead and alive
where the Whistle blows unheard of
where Action is a fire-Word
– a finger holding Light





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