I Love All This Noise And Firing Poem by Atef Ayadi

firing has nothing to do with guns,
fireworks,
blazing,
glazing,
and smoking someone under the sun;
the way the roman did to 'jesus' for example, and anyone who dares to oppose or expose some
glitch and inconsistencies in the matrix.
sometimes it looks
like neurons firing at each others.
it take time to create
pathways,
axons,
dendrites,
sodium and calcium
channels,
or something like chinese
silky
headache--y,
wacky,
and stuffy nose road.

i love this human phenomena
as an organic
non-green,
non-rational,
and non-many things
stretched in and out living
organism.

i am still
convinced
this planet will heal
itself.
of course,
before
the sun becomes
a dusty cloud, a moutain
falls on paris
or a national park
becomes a volcano or a lava lamp.