The Signs and Wonders of the Interdimensional Warrior
the child believes it looked better the way it was before, before. the universe, curving, theoretically foldable, a bridge from there to here
made mostly of imagination, a seemingly religious juxtaposition, warping the unknown
about a confluence of unlikely events.
incredible, how it all goes on, with, or without you. earthling as witness, as designated accident waiting to happen, as perfect test subject of inter-dimensional visitors,
supernatural experiments or extraterrestrial machines
made of strange lights & a mastery of Time & Space & gravity, as abductee: gone, with the stoic messenger crow
in the frayed black coat.
docking ships of commerce,
industries of power & government, obliviously wicked beneath a cloudless sky at midday, where Buddhist monks
approach the call of the Divine & a child gorges on the Apples of Eviction;
the Great Spirit of Creation rises from the waters,
exposed heart of benevolence beating reckoning like a blackened column of smoke rising in the distance,
as twin bathing beauties frolic on the riverbank.
behind us a wrecked life, so much heavier than blind hope,
ahead of us ghosts & demons & Ragnarok, energy,
transformed to a bright, howling knot of tangible fear & awe, reason & logic scattered in ruined fragments, to rock & roil of river rapids.
foregrounded, like smoke on the water, arises a reptilian,
offering flowers to a haloed child, a little fragment of truth
crammed into the hypocrisy of authority, an intangible evil in lieu of candy or cute puppy, in lieu of mewling kitten, distraction, to disguise the fangs of the wolf.
the only explanation, massive shadow already patented by those soon left alone, writhing within a bit of slimy shining on a deserted stretch of highway to heaven,
on a starless, moon-bright journey into the middle of nowhere; & if i don’t go, how will i know
what’s on the other side?
henry 7. reneau, jr.