Time Stitching Voltage Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

Neon voltage through the cosmos,
Inert lighting through the void...
Low light levels as the levels
Of my being rise toward being
Transient peak of mountain high...

Where the neon voltage gathered
Through the skies up on downer...
Ever wise there ever be
An exodus to follow yonder,
The northern star insurrection

When the bows tension break
As its falling in an instance
Of polaris in its wake...
Seconds gather towards a minute
Like the sands of hour times...

Flows like oxygen through a fence...
And a heart ever last...
Through the narrow sun that heralds
Holding palms upward down
Unusual timepiece inner weird...

Forever seasoned madness breeze...
Ever madness everytime
When forced down to the knees...
Time stitching palms
A tapestry of leaves of grass...

A chain wrapped around a wrist...
As its seconds chime by second
As the hour fragments freeze...
In cold weathered warmth,
From the glass of eternity...

Universal reflecting waves...
Open directory straight and dire
Piece of mind in neglect..
Island sun... Neon star...
Ruined forced random pattern...

Below empty null the void..
Glint of restless eyes...
Think to ponder still...
Wanders through the heart...
Destroys the inner mind...

Iron shield of man in honor....
Elemental darkness down above
As the world is in sleep...
The armor is in sound pitch
Camouflaged amidst the nocturne

Light of outer broken bits
Iron sword deflect in armor
Thrown in cold water steel
Lunar glow... Of nothing matter...
Turn to rust of iron dark

Ageless rust unrestored... dust to dust...
Quaint as ever... ponder in the wonder boy...
As all armor oxidizes
Ever gather around a ring
Ancient guild made in fire.

Camera obscura captures magic
From its eye awake the sky.
Expired iron from the noise
Sword in heat beyond the void
As armor scratches steel...

Of an aperture open wide
Upon the northern lights,
As polaris stays goodbye
Under gray cloud cover
Dark matter still...

The empty sigh with no air
The darkest side of the moon