The Ghost of the Virtual

The ghost of the virtual and

the nature of the real

subtitled the pose proem of

foot and footprint,

into goolie ghouling

flesh-free

to reincarnate on a tree—

reawaken to flesh rip of sun dances

if feathered no longer fore-fathered

illuminated in midflight

by physical realities which fostered

the dreamland childe

making landing aristocratic

or plebian in the everydayness

of the classroom environment—

really somewhat of a drag:

even in tribal societies,

especially after all of

the religious fantasms

and erotic visions,

explosions and shows,

not to mention the midwives’ charm

of the myriad flash gadgets

phantoms of sound and light

pumping truckloads of luminescent

info packets into our overstuffed spirits

handywork of cognates in indo-euro tongues so teach yourself cognates performing verbalingus; shadow of illusion allusion of shadow and all by analogy; we say enuf of puns but who can resist a very beautiful Erscheinen of what shines from what and to where; into our glass; maya madness in plasticwrap; if a transcendence which is the truth of the tangible world, thorn of flesh tearing into our sides askew as the askance side of Sun Penny Bright, a Dark Glass, heads or tales; telling them is what they told: tales—allusions, every time a replenished rendering of the givens, around them, even their lives are twisted into the looms; becoming spiritual imprints for storing in stocks of patrimonial treasure, tracing a trail of tracks; FACTS: a leap of flesh to spirits and spirits are ghosts who must redescend the gullet burn in the belly distilled from the virtual to the real that fathered them if they want to go on deifying the construction of cognates 4 dummies asking of the bird and the egg so many times to deliver

so that even mother nature herself... what..?