a motion for freeing notions; *<<<<<<<<<<*>>>>>>>>>>* (a psalm for the sooth of a neighing sayer)

my ears are still
twitching
with it now.

for it harmonized
with brushings
of thorn

misfortune
had sown
in its commons
afore.

always there,
although

now or again

buried deep within,

ever present
as that dated
and
freighted,
unrequited weight

resigned
in
isolation's

ineluctable submission,

as all housed
espousings

cornered
in speculation's

fearical sublettings
of sub-speciation

quartered
in the
trappings of man

come to know.

for every generation

must be broken
in

again.

*

yet the wind
is
consistent
with whispers,

leavings
of
weavings
of
ancestral dream;

to be one
with grass,
and
sunshine,

and passing fascination

in the whims
of
cloud shipped shadow,

fastening
on

fast friends

that spring
of
ones own choosing.

and, oh!
that swelling heart

welling
into
wonder,

compelling
the pounding
of
thunders asunder

in wide open,

unbeholden "wastes"

of paceless,
traceless
space.

*

how can you
not
un-not the knot

to let yourself see

the yearning
that
is itself

radiating muscles

in
the
throb of dna;

a
pilgrimage
orbiting
atoms

for
a thousand
thousand
flounderings

rebounding in
roundings of years

of being
whilst becoming,

evolving
through abiding

the strivings of design?

and yet you were thinking,
all
this
time

'twas you we had in mind?

just another
unquenched insistence

in the annals
of man's
kind-binding unfindings

whence pride prized,
commodifiable
viables,

enterprising ambles
in
paned
entertainings,

gamboling gambles
shambling
from
shambles,

fibered fodder
and
suicidal glue

are all of them

mined

obtusely for 'use'.

*

only
rarely now

in that
fleet
beading up
of
dared imaginings,

comes,
inexpressibly

exquisite

the almost
inconceivable
ineffable
thrill

of the
freed heeding

of my
notions of motion;

to be,
as
Pegasus,
undescended

like as not
intended

neither reined,
restrained,
or
required to yield;

unfettered
as the
days of future
once passed;

drumming up
a summoning
to
illumine
fireflyed skies

for that
ponderous dance

of dervish avatars

and
itinerant
stars

i so seldom get to see.

for surely,
they and
thee

are eminently free.

so tell me,
oh! human,

with that
inbred
presumption

of
miserly intrusion,

that identity-styed prying

satisfaction
of
illusion,

why,
oh! why

this doubled-edged,
dread-hedged
freedom
of
yours

curves its reserves
of
adjusted "deserves"

from "terrorists"
or pagans,

or would be developments
dependent
on envelopments,

and the myriad multitudes
your
druthers would other,

and how you
secure
your certainty

that it couldn't be meant

for the
likes
of me.

*

and then,
he fell silent

(in accord with
his fellows'
unvaried wearying
of
unexpectant wont.)

and
in sync
with his mane

my tears shook aside
from
eyes opened wide,

at demeaned
and bescreened,
independence-weaned,

manacled and panicked,
and
chronically tonicked,

smart-phonicked primates,

bred
in the blinders

shined
by their minders,

overriding so many
unrecorded
dreams,

unsurmising 
bleak depression

through
disregarded seams

(eluding
the practical static
and practiced antics
of
meme'd in theatrics
and teamings of "seems")

in those they've determined

not to see

as we.

*

such oppressive
complacency
in
beneficial "good guys"

never ceases to astonish

that cumulus
synchronicity

i've come to call "myself".

doubtless it stems

from the
exemplary self-focus
of that jealous,
angry god,

so given to ill-considered
justifications

for
exception's
mystification,

failing to follow up
on his
hierarchical, alpha-bate orgy

of ordering aught else around

in that heady,
tumultuous,
denominating week

with a truly revolutionary

day of listening,

and expanding
that myopic,
focus hocus troped,
bush
burning,
sound byting horizon

with a self-delusion weeding,
righteousness uncreeding,
mighted right receding,
equality deeding,

at long last unbleeding

fortnight
of
reflection.

but
given
that's the way it was

in prehistory's
infancy
of
preoccupied assumption,

trampling
those left bereft
remaindered "sides"

the
perennial
profanities
of the
righted vanities

always leave behind,

humanity,

oh! spurned
and
unlearned,

scorned
and
suborned,

saddled
and
embattled,

skated
and
sedated,

attenuated humanity,

where for art thou,

now?

* ** ***** * ******* * ***** ** *
- Evan Hawthorn, the Twelfth of Ever

*>>>* the contrary parody of conventional intentions; *<<<* * a descant of disenchantment *

in the vested West

(where hypocrisies

doctor
"democracies",

laundering
freedom's
apostasy

in
theocracies

of
"economy")

the carved and
starving uninformed

are uniformly fed

a despotically insistent,

covetously weeded,

consistently excreted

carcinogen drenched diet

from the spillings
of tillaged
pillage,

the cleaving rantings
of
dander expanding pander,

the misgiven leavings
of
focus atrophied
conceit,

and the
posh-sloshing
whitewash

of whole hog,
troth-betrothed,

vain-planed,
privilegesplained,

fracture-tractioned
and
faction-distractioned,

waning
reign
of
disdain
sustaining

brainwashing

(from worth's
turfed

indispensabled
birth)

tailored
to
hem
them in

by
the cloaked,
clocking blocking
of
stick beticked earnings;

the industrious churning
of angst-ridden yearnings;

a passive
exclusion
from
intrusion's
charred spurnings

(kept in reserve
for deeper
alienation's
hyphens and shadings);

and
the carefully
vectored
spectre

of
festering,
re-indenturing

securitied
insecurities.

*

every aspect
of
'popular culture'

sees to this;

the raison d'être

of
blithe exception's
snidely
prideful,

wild west
besting,

arresting investiture,

refined

since the first

world
war
lost.

*

considering further,

the furtive
spurtings
of abuse,

a deafness
of pontification
at its
most obtuse,

and
the bobbing,
hobbling

syncopated
justification

for
absurdly
skirting
herdings

and dust laden contests

over blustering gusts
of illusory power

in the
"mine"
entwined

spiraling
lines

passed
for
parenting

from one
generation

to the vexed
perplexed
next,

factoring
in

the always on offer
ecclesiastic coffers

from
Reverend Fealty Feelgood's

magicked bag
of
fantastic elastic

righteously
arighting
and
reversibly emphatic

instructional, dysfunctional
illumined
masturbation,

depressions,

repressions,

and
sexting
impressings;

that aluminum sidling
of plastic didactics

manipulated
into

the tide minding,
bind hiding,

writhing,
un-abiding

sidewindings
of
religion,

the
wonder
is

that anyone

is halfway sane

at all.

*

a few minutes
consumed

perusing "the news"

or swallowing
the
desensitized
inoculations

and clone droned
normalizations

of those
empirical
indoctrinations

called "action films" or "drama"

(not to mention
exempt contempt's
discarding yard sale
of
distortion's purported,
monopolized "reality")

ought to convince
even
an accidental

unaligned peer
amidst
slipping gears

(with ears ajar
enough
to
hear

the knell
of
the spell)

that
forever out of season

proportion and reason

are scarcely apportioned

to the fell
common wells

in the
abandoned reeling weal

of dumbed-down dells

at all.

*

given the
copious, unseemly appendage

of discouraged,
upending,
undernourished courage,

unchanneled,
unfunneled,
unempaneled vision,

and relative absence
of pre-obsessed

shutter cluttered
"self"
possession

entailed
in
seeing past

the predictably human
predilection

for the inventive
preventative
pratfalls

thrust by
evasive projection

in order to grapple with

(or even
come to see)

the collective deceptions
conveniently packaged

by the
editing pitch
of the
oligarch patriarchs'

invasive
incorporation
of
patriotic lunacy,

from
where
i glance, askance

common
is

to
sense

as
military

to
intelligence;

the
"world's policeman"

to
equality's disruptors

discovering democracy;

the
clutch of "Christian" churches

to
revolution's outcast

founder of loveocracy;

and
Hollywood's
spoon-fed crooning

that crowned thy 'good guys',

(and bound those 'othered'hoods)

to
a
chance
happened
stance

in
step
with
fraternity

for the war weary
time of crime's

unrhyming of chimes

in that place without space

where angels
i
imagine

unentrance
the
dance

in a barely seeded,

rarely heeded,

desperately needed,

SuperPower superseded

incandescent drop

of compassion's unconditional,

wholly unconventional,

at long last
unexceptional,

humanity-infected
and
un-dis-connected

decency.

* ******* *** ******* *** ******* *
- Evan Hawthorn, the 4^th of August, 2018