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SUN BLOOD


Star hands close tight around a

now darkened sun

The most important candle is out

Permanent night erases creation...

everybody...run

Run into dark energy...

dance with dark , broken, shattered

synergy

Contemplate certain silence

tag the universe with pleasant violence

use big bubble artistic letters

the universe is a king- graceless, clumsy bird with

the feathers of its wings burned off

Star hands clasped tight over a now blackened

canvas nothing can be seen

If fear is the heart of love then Osiris is cold-cold black

She stains the landscape of the fertile dream

Looking for truth in tarpaulin light

Gunshots ring out into the cold cold night

Detangling the genetic code that is scattered

over guilty palms

Concealed, fugitive in an unguarded moment

Sun-blood now pours over naked fingers

liquid, light seed flowing into a vortex at light speed

seeds for the new universe machines to be

built with extraordinary percision

Sun-Blood firing itself into black Hawking radiation

in search of gravitrons

seeking the Higgs boson particles that hide

discreetly in the folds of prison cells
awaiting their next

saviors...

From where will the next captives come?

Where next will the Sun-Blood burn?

Will it run?

Will it hide?

Will it come inside again to churn and spin?

Will it come again someday to burn inside of

cosmic electronic drumbeats?

Sun-Blood blazing its way into a new trance

a new child mountain dance

searching for a new rotation

yielding its life force into new nations.

Full of new Sun-Blood

governed only

by powerful self-spoken word

we have left the herd

Ever rising...no longer despising

beginnings all forgotten

Not all beginnings rotten

Origin formed in the kiln-fires of a brave celestial slave artist

Walking next to another servant creator...creating

Sun-kissed, sun-scarred, sun-killed, retooled, sun-skilled

drenched in Sun-Blood

Covered now in light...nuclear fusion passion

clothed in the latest Sun-Blood fashion

No longer living half-starved on inadequate moon rations

Following bliss...the former sun intact will not be missed

nor to be with its light again will be wished

Dream now and rage for this

buried in fire raised from the pyre

elevated from satellite vapors

cut the shapers

the shifters

the drifters

Memories of eternal night

Sun-Blood dripping from near invisible hands

a black canvas in midnight colors covered

in starless shapeless, darkness

New stage set

New caste met

Fatalities counted

and in the clear cut, prepared fields

they are mounted

With feathered pen and in indelible, Sun- Plasma, ink recorded

Carefully stored in black whole solar vaults that are

closed locked and frozen

The old mission covered, changed, and thwarted

Sun-Blood trumpets sounding

The new laws through the new cities that surround the timeless

federation walls are now resounding

pounding

cascading

rounding

Everything in advanced animation Sun-Blood breathing

in experimental sentience drowning

swimming

wreathing

An avant-guard, theoretical physicist with pristine technology

begins her...

mending

bending

building

shielding


erecting

Regenerated, fortified, transparent walls to capture the spilled

lemon-yellow Sun-Blood cells

that contain in their cores the

anti-bodies

to cure Dante's Infernos

Fresh Sun immortals are being chosen, woven, and from the

imagination stolen, braided with brighter, reconstituted

Sun-Blood love, Sun bathed blood juries formed

with heightened precision

Firing at ancient long dead sentiments

reviving

purging

pumping...

into them pure ideas and fresh revelations

dreams gurgling tripping the light fantastic, being reshaped

in Sun-Blood pools majestic

These new Sun-Children, solar flares once Stone

cursed, stone-cherubs

are now on the other side of life

never wasted

only sky tasted

From the night a full syringe of lemon-yellow blood was

gathered through the metal walls of the syringe...

this clear, transparent holding cell

the last of the Sun-Blood was

safely collected...

labeled...

...and on a shelf in side of dark energy stored

and fabled...



SUN BLOOD

by Anastasia ad Valorem Bizberka
8/8/08
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Forrest Jones When the human condition realizes its essence is trapped and hidden deep inside of all things it will soon awaken itself by the fire of the Logos to spontaneously combust into a dancing machine created to reflect the very hologram it aspires to become...From the Annals of Helios...964 BCE.
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