Symbolic Account

Symbolic Account

(part 1)

Mise en abyme

Post mortem in ownership

The ship is jointly ours

Like the magic that fuels

its processes

the systemic dynamo

the dreams to animate

this

Co-opted at existence

Primordial territories

marked on the body

of the world

with age-old urine

physical messages

in the sand and ants

some wavering scents

in on-going wind-shift

of air belonging

to nowhere

and every place

equally

its place

Chase this to metabiosis, to make it real

let it be proven by the ways of the world

formula and function –

the current's artistry

and that it is indeed folly

what sad nuggets out of this palimpsest I have seen carved

with incisive and extracting power-tools

and play their tricks on me no more

I says in the abyss

and ocean

all fear and love

all that may wither and die

like my heart with the world

That mirrors its solipsism on you

as you were it and it were you too and true

you being all but none

and this map boils down

to its finality,

factual letters on the page

that keep such pace in my ecstasy

and bone-hammer noise of my ears

Oh Lord,

H.C. Anna's wind

and 'til or more thelomere

in our eternal blood

that changes from light

to matter – this pace

rhythm stroke of events

in myriads and myriads

multiplied with all numbers

this blast per minute rate

heartbeat of phenomena

Thee, Oh World cannot be governed

by less then thou art

and thou art all

and so very old

your minds in a hive, aspiring

to see who is they

and not to see us

even on the opposite end of their parallel

but the will to decide

against them might still

be what unites us

into this subject

not matrimony to a persona

like their despicable rant

about the nation's soul

sincerely played at all dollhouses,

molestation and torture

They

armed the force

to more suffering

chanting their excuse

words by name

and thus free and clear

of all meaning

to them applicable

onset point of reference

in beyond, not deep space

just out of the picture and immaculate

But we don't allow that

No, we nail them down

(de nagler englene til jorden

med sjel og krop)

to this physicality

cut the wings of their fiction

and see them as inanimate objects

to get our revenge

against our enemy

in function

Precisely them in flesh and hands

at toil in unloving

and careless plunder

FEAR

I ask your havoc

to descend on them

and seal them with

their exhale poison

and cancer seeds

that undermine our shared body

Their heartless worm in our marrow

compared to my maggot blood

in your nose I hope to be

distinguished as accordingly

and equally foul

it's just that my vermin trail spelled

their name for your ears

ugly scab society

and limit you as separate from them

by implication

to have a chance in insisting

that they step down

from their honor

and see the same blood

on their hands

the blood we chose to spill

our blood in them

their blood on my map

as a symbolic statement

(part 2)

Refusal manifesting

as antagonism

in play

yet we must evade

that grim-robe role

their death hath to

us assigned

we be butchers

in deed

but not answer to their hog-call:

KILLER!

For they hath summoned us

in evil alignment

to see satan at least

replacing missed god

point of reference

un-pinpointable absolute

they wish to gain

by staking me up as enemy

I'll be it

Albion the deceitful

take all the names

and wage imperial war

in their Algeria

all for Fraternité, Egalité et Liberté

And hand my rebellion

to them

so that they can be sanct and just

Robespierre the cleanly

Wash hands red and sore

until you see the same

blood

in hands

on hands

pumping in the veins

of those primate appendixes

that in vain toil

to dam and circumvent

the rushing currents

that like tidal floods flow

when tribes and nations

are on the boil

shift and trade places

buy and sell human meaning

with monetary blood.

But what if this joint

– shift urge –

could be passed on

for free?

All it takes is to give without demanding in return?

And do let me proclaim

you are as free of me

as of all others

we will remain beyond what you are

so that you may remain intact

for what you can take the confinement

Let the stars scar and sear me

with their ever unloving light

let you touch me

with wordless imageless sex

hands with no emotion

but sensory connection

Let you be inhuman

in communion

Let you be free

without hesitation

and thenceforth

shall there be

no fiction between us.