Escalator to the Engines of the Juggernaut

    

                                                I

Concourses of auroras

Shimmer in exigence, 

Floor after nimbus-ringed floor escalading

Into the modern heavens-

An efflux of light

Extending infinitely  

Inside atomic casinos and  cosmic department stores

Quanta into the atomic shell of matter-energy!

Every nanosecond 

Excited particles bursting their orbit

Constant transformation,

A foray into the axis of reality

Of the nervous system and the universe

Instantaneously exploding

Inside a manikin’s head

On a cybernetic journey

Naked clotheshorses of bodies 

Drifting past in rows of automatons

In need of a revolution.

A cellular march of manikins up the linear/non-linear escalator,

The plastic presentation of the fake world

Pursued by computerized shadows in electronic steady state,

Their partial derivative with respect to time, zero

Yet action from a distance,  quantum entanglement of

Naked, artificial bodies within the matrix

Ascending and descending

Toward the mental economy of vacuum state,

Propagating information and devouring it

Quantum splitting within the neurons of the brain-

Atomic particles divided infinitely into series

Like the cyber-digitized flight of Zeno’s arrow

That lands when and where it wills

The smallest particle imaginable

Ascending and descending a

Nautilus of steps:

Cyclone of galaxies and the neurons of the conjunctiva,

Pathways of lightning

Spiral staircases, helices of DNA!

Approach of the hawk to its prey and the moth to the flame

Wheel of Sun flowers

Finger prints of a child

Spira Mirabilis!

All Spira Mirabilis!

The whirl of an orbit

And a magnetized particle’s target of interest

Is itself at the end of the collider,

Piercing the veil of the substrate,

 

And the particle accelerator inside a television 

Tuned into thousands of realities

That manikins travel in multitudes

All in obedience with the juggernaut

Up the escalator, ineluctably stuck,

The hero jammed in the machinery 

That must be fed.

Lost in the incest of the moment,

Lost in the alienating journey

To solve the riddle of the Sphinx

Surviving somehow so far

Consumer hell and the karma of all creation,

Riding an escalator.

 

Revolving, evolving track, autotelic- having within itself the purpose

Of its existence, end in it itself, the engine

The hero, the manikins and the escalator will never cease.

Sex and money will never cease.

Magneto of particle generators, progeny, words

And uploads of information will never cease

Every day consumed 

Beneath the wheels of the juggernaut,

The vision of the machinery of the universe 

That never ceases,

Climbing or descending the archipelago of electric stairs that drift

Like continental plates above a magma of semiotics,

Concrescence of mind in hypertrophic piles high in the atmosphere

Like lava streaming down, carpeting the mesocosm in wifi,

In information hidden in the air.

One escalator ascending, one descending

The machine living in nanoseconds, alive

As cybernetic phantoms filter past, going up and down,

Luminous manikins of the skandas-

All magical beings captured in electronic illusion

Like consumer manikins in the cosmic, cybernetic marketplace

Caught on the escalator to the engines of the juggernaut

                                                    II

Every step a

River of gorgeous, linguistic steel rolling like dice, aleatoric, stretching 

Game theory to its breaking point,  but kept in train by perfections of

Cybernetical logistics and the ancient fundament of Logos, flurries of 

Data  keystrokes like diamonds register on the screen of the third eye, 

The air before us a glowing aureate computer monitor, eyes closed,

Birds with the faces of little girls sing, hunting for seeds of energy that

Grow into dolls and become real babies in fields of electricity inside

Millions of miles of wiring! and the worming escalator suddenly explodes 

Into snakes of Medusa’s hair 

That a winged Perseus stabs with 

The aid of mirrors.  

Ascending, foot jammed in 

The machine, Oedipus

Answers the riddle and the abyss erodes

An avalanche of all that bedevils vomited back up

Into a mountain rising from the seas of void

In a pile of language

To be sculpted into august verse

By poets, who tomorrow shall seek the ineffable.

All the Holy Grail of a knight’s Quest.toward perilous places

Inside the world 

Found in virtual reality

 

The eternal hero escalates and escalates a crisis

Unforeseen, the wound, the wound is its own medicine, the wound of 

The objective world

Consciousness precedes matter. 

Essence precedes existence.

First person, reflexive pronoun?, the machine asks. 

Yes, I say.  I see myself.

I see myself here, in which I am my own authentic history
And my own authentic death,

And greatly outnumbered by a simulacrum of manikins drifting past

And they programmed to see me as nothing more than a manikin, too
All of us in need of a revolution, 

Of an escape from the machine,

Stacked in escalators like the opening to the Hot Gates

And like mindless Persians 

I slay them all, for I am their mental creatrix

And am in turn created  and slain by them.

I look at the world and I only see shadows that tumble down 

Through the planes of heaven,

A work of madness

By an insane demiurgos! Ialdabaeoth!

I am confounded and confused by thy juggernaut and its machines. 

Me, the hero, the manikin among manikins 

Inside Spiritus Mundi

But the scene is captured on a computer screen in pixilations;

An orchestra of security cameras perform a fantasia of paranoia

Pixilating my face, up close, revealed in

Dismembered propositions from which subject, observer, and object 

Have been wrenched free and restructured into an invisible,

Subliminal discourse which owes its cogency to its own strict,

Complex and secret logic... a plurality of overlapping logics.

 

Vertigo, rapture, transport, crystalline and plangent sounds, 

Shattered and refracted light, an astigmatical illusion - indefinite depths, 

Weightlessness, piercing odors and tastes, and synthesizing 

These sensations and affects, an all-consuming clarity. 

A  panesthesia of the Immanent 

In which all elements speak in ghostly fields of the invisiblle

Range of electro-magnetic energy.

                      

Opening the door on voidness of identity,

The arising of a notion of self 

That plays on ordinary routine, 

Yet comes from out of the unknown,

Emerging familiarly from out of this tiny shell

That dwells at the bottom of the sea of electricity

And lifts in a steel wave that splashes up inside

The skyscraper of language

The escalator to the engines of the Juggernaut

Demiurge of the Western meme

Taken to its extreme;

A world overrun by one consumer culture

In which the past sinks in melancholy

Down the electronic stairs of time

In a cascade of manikin flesh

Frantic runs the mind in voidness,

Yet from the Void it never separates.

Clear awareness floods everywhere,

And though everywhere, nowhere is an identity found.

A maniken that passed me, going down, staring into empty space

Was overheard saying,

“Have you ever wondered

How far, just how far

Deluded

You are

To have arrived here?”. 

And his wife added, “Welcome to the Machine".

And another manikin added, “we are just part of a system.”.

And another, “we are just part of a deluded system.”.

And another, “we are just sentient beings.”.

And another, “we are just deluded sentient beings.”.

And another, “we are just deluded sentient beings part of a deluded system.”.

The rest of the manikins just bleated like sheep in silence.

                                                             III
The Atman is the witness-consciousness that experiences the action, the actor, and the world of separate things. It is like a light that illuminates everything in a theater, revealing the master of ceremonies, the guests, and the dancers with complete impartiality. Even when they all depart, the light shines to reveal their absence. 

-Panchadashi