Paul A Green
In this module, we see the angel of our architecture exposed in total glory. This is a customer-centred desire system. Prepare to insert your black card.
Welcome to the exclusion zone. Study the encrypted object slowly. Your code is being written carefully around it.
Smogbound lenses, their smeared convexities and smudged concavities, the dancing drift of migraine, flickering monitors and phosphene blitz. Every pattern won't stop interfering with itself.
Behold the muddy mummification of brain-drenched papyri in the sarcophagus of the television image! We are shortly opening a rummage chest for global tourists seeking a lyte-byte of memory to input.
Here is a commodity fetish, monstrance of the delectable. You are the Unidentified Flying Observer in dream-time. However, we edit the caption, so a black crash is inevitable.
Exhibit X: catalogued in the great books of broken stone, curated in the blackened museum,
buried like a broken skull. Break the code of silence. Particles of light move slowly.
No need to read out this one. No fingering the smudged cursives, nor stopping that meat around your gob, don't bother to hyph-en-ate those phonemes. Here comes the un-nameable.
Now, after thousands of hours, it can be safely exposed. You can buy it anywhere, so long as you remain in a controlled environment.
It emerged from the Grey Zone, exploding into thousands of viral fragments. Avoid rapid exposure.
Just one pixel is enough, enough. This is a matter of hyper-gravity.
The distortion in the macro-structure of the city is glaringly obvious. The first signs of the sickness are random. They can occur in any sequence, as part of The New Word Order.
Now the deep antiquarium will fill with alien light. The air will rejoice with the sound of tweaking.
You could write a droll song about it.
They shall repair the waste cities in the bed of desolation. And the Sons of the Alien shall be named the Priests. And in their Land they shall possess the Double.
Over millenia the tool evolved to culminate in this nano-tech multi-user device. Now our memes scream out to neighbouring galaxies..
The Institute is currently repeating the Krippner-Ullman remote viewing experiments. The product is now positioned for rapid growth in the global market place
I confidently predict that this exposure will include a small fluffy white dog, a riverbank with a wrought iron bench and autumnal trees. Please advise immediately in the event of an incorrect forecast.
The vision is directly injected, deploying some ancient tool of sorcery. Note, at left, the substitute ancestor, whose warnings will initiate the flux…
The cells multiply, multi-play. Lifeforms slide into place, ready for battle. Mix down the matter quickly.
Chaos is what enables perception to occur, even in the midst of lethal gases.
The kids just morphed it all up as they went along with it. Now we have a situation on-site.
Entropy, the faxploitation of the signs, a feeling of red-eye shift and shuttle fatigue, a life wholly voiced-over. We crave addictions.
The fax of this matter is most definitely indeterminate, an overflow of quantum foam bubbling over the hatch of your machineries, which now offer a multiscape of feasibilities
Watch the blind watchmaker faking a botch. His spiral of digits encrypted a whole package of futures. So many times you have been generated
Now you have kissed the ikon, bitten the Pope's nose, whatever your chosen tic-tac to access the mystery of wetware in the voidlux.
Promptly you have osculated the Mekon!
Now you have made your observances, so shall you Serve as you are Served
The programme continues with an act of violence, followed by a state of mind.
Transitional phases within the steady state are marked by increased hormonal output, frequent neuronic discharges and altered serotonin levels.
The Archduke now experiments with the parameters of Mathilde's thalamic antechamber.
Behold the invisible, indivisible grail, its bubbling particles separated from you by light-years, all those years. And now know that you are a quantum brother/sister, this is the real you, the uttermost id of your entity
This identity will only be issued in times of crisis. Replicas must be masked and not eaten.
Watch your eye movements.
A node of memory: summer evenings in a garden, small children run cheerfully amok in and out of their parents, all mellowed out on exhaustion, white wine and meat. There's the gestalt input point.
As he pressed the tiny pictoglyph into her hand, he implored her to be careful.
'Scan it only in emergencies please'. Strands of luminescence floated out over the darkening city.
From the teleport she could see the Hyperion Brother-Ship morphing into a new mode. Was this really the state opening of a new multiverse ?
Before the last light leaks into a final singularity, a whorl of blackness, an abyss of the ipsissimus, please tickle these pixels, please don't stop.
Copyright © Paul A Green 2015
The Gestaltbunker - Selected Poems by Paul A Green was published by Shearsman Books in 2012. He also writes drama and fiction, most recently Beneath the Pleasure Zones (Mandrake of Oxford, 2014). '36 Exposures' is part of an evolving sequence, SHADOW TIMES. Other texts from the series have been published in Black Box Manifold, E-Ratio, Hastings Independent, International Times, Leafe, Morphrog, Oxmag, Tears in the Fence, Junction Box, Blaze Vox and Culture Court.