Base Camp

This incarnation has set up base camp
Out here on the third arm of the milky way
Quadrillions of millions of miles
Away from the galactic center.

From this outpost
On the fringes of the void
Instruments and gauges
Embedded in the five-limbed bio mass
Have been positioned
Observing specific developments
Measuring the character and dispositions
Of the dominant species
Manipulating this planet.

A secret mission informs
The turbulent wave forms and mass movements
Virulently infecting and cascading through
The mind stream of the current age.
Dissonance replacing harmony
Commonism replacing proportion
Quantity over quality:
All hypnotized to the vibes
Of a small phosphorescent box
Suggestion filling in
The emptiness left hollow
By the departure of cosmic certainty
The gods having abandoned their station
Long ago.

Temples made of steel
Do not last as long as temples of stone;
The rust penetrates the virtue
Established by the pilgrims
Who first settled in this region.
The corruption that has permeated
The axis of the core attraction
Has been magnetically polarized
Mysteriously misaligned
In coordination with the global imperative:
The directive unaltered
For every planetary transition
From one evolutionary form to another.

The transit authority
Guides the subterranean subterfuge
Through each stage
Of each successive age
With perfect precision.
With the proper coordinates aligned
The megalithic tapestry
Will reverberate again
Tuning in the synchronous sounds
Of the universal overture.