Floor Samples' Bird Warning
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| 2 Husbands in their offices, Bird says "wake up!" |
NARRATOR describing the Two Husbands in their office,
Aren’t they something?
The feminine presence is missing
on the maidenly chair
but all the numbers are there.
And do they seem to be doing the trick?
Through the window what overlapping waves
and fragments say to the Husbands is, Wake up!
Those congealed, hardened, solidifying fragments
are what the world is turning into! For both of them!
(A Bird on the windowsill is feeling this way about the Husbands too,
and he decides to give them a serious lecture)
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| "I have a message from your wives" said the Bird |
BIRD
Wake up!
There’s a little planet
out there that’s your brain
covering up, half-freezing
and banding together
like a frozen agate stone.
And, in it, what was once a fluid
is instantly hardened, I say.
Caught up in layers of itself,
pushed down and completely flattened;
smoothly compounded
into a remote accessibility
and polished like a frozen planet’s
ballroom floor.
It is like the inside
of an agate rock -
pretty but immoveable.
You’ll not still be alive
when it changes its colors.
Yes, the feets of dancing aliens
are upon your head
since your thoughts are stuck flatly,
horizontally in the floor;
so flattened out and elongated that
you can’t even talk.
You have not a voice-tone to ring or bring up.
Nobody, not even aliens, will hear you.
You are abandoned; destined for nothing
in eternal silence
beneath the floor!
Look at your little planet eyes
peeking up!
Some kind of sticky green-padded feet
are slipping over
and you are down in the floor
not to be heard.
You’ll not recognize those beings dancing.
They are from way-outer space; from a place
you’ve never seen or heard about;
and truly never will, anyway;
as long as you lay stretched out
and compressed upon the inside
of that agate-like planet floor.
Don’t ask how you got there.
It is happening now.
Check out your body.
Find ten usual layers
of solid resentment.
Or, five eventual areas of recompense
or revenge.
Or, even two areas of brutal mishap,
mistake ambition
and accident.
And they’re all there
counting up, layering your mind -
solidifying,
without a voice.
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| 2 Husbands |
They’re the stupefying forces
that will make another
huge, human rock-plate pattern
of mis-intended loss and regret
and superficial pain;
instantly molded
with a laid out floor plan
for other infinite beings to
walk all over upon.
They slip and slide, ‘galumph!’
Stomping!
Even drilling right through you
with radar beams!
You’re like a fragmentary rock:
sedimentary,
congealed, bonded
and gassed up.
Immoveable.
Your little eyes look up
and you can remember the Bird
that alighted at your office window today
and spoke out loud, Wake up! Wake up!
Is that not the only way to improve this over-burdening,
densely layering, stupid, daily
construction project?
Is this not the only way to improve?
(The Two Husbands look confused. The Bird continues with advice)
Let go of the handles of the rock
and of the number surge that removes
your confidence and intelligent doubt.
Instead, be certain.
Wakefulness is all.
You can switch your doubt
from being dedicated to and dependent on
the un-usefulness of numbers to being
charged with space
that can’t be measured.
Zooming out of there, back to you,
your doubt dissolves into the mortally
present light, only;
simple to handle,
easy and wonderful to be
and to be spoken of.
Impossible to harden here!
It sings a tune,
a note of play like a child.
Once discovering
the longed for hidden secret
in sunshine,
he goo goos!
He makes a joyful, silly sound.
And look, you are free!
NARRATOR
The Two Husbands roll over and suspend
all their disbelief.
Drinks now are on the house!
But they miss their two wives!
And, shortly, will disembark from their offices
to go get them back!
BIRD, shouts,
Hooray!
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| 2 Husbands demand more but are interrupted |
NARRATOR
And the city traffic moans on.
All the other infinite beings are
without recompense.
SMALLY concentrating on what the Bird has said,
What started out as waves
congealed to stone...
Waves upon waves
suddenly interlocking
with transverse veins
of hardening pressure
coming in between...
Emotional thought
flattened, planed-out,
wiped slate-clean
of all words and numbers...
Is the Bird describing hopeless feelings or fear?
And laid in between these, mirror-like,
a flat plate surface...
BIGGY
For feet of any kind
to stand upon,
upright or in dance.
SMALLY
Reflections here go up
and into
and out of nowhere!
BIGGY
Blasting gasps of air do not find thee...
SMALLY
No, you are laying flat.
No better than a slate screen between
the layers of mindless, empty, mineralized fats...
BIGGY
The mineralizing fats of Mother and Father Earth
squishing you together!
SMALLY
Are you already there, compressing?
And, if there, how to get out?
BIGGY
Mother and Father Earth are interested in
desiccating you harder;
melting you into tiny pieces of dust;
fluffy, pressed together inside of them.
Fluffy but tough and long-lasting.
SMALLY
But not beginning or ending up
any better than before?
BIGGY
Or just squeezed into oil?
Is that better? Sputtering up
men’s machines and engines!
Note To Readers: At this time, on the coast of Mexico, the Two Wives (as two solid coins) are carelessly gambled away to a Ship Captain by the Prince Giant. Soon after this, their ship departs on the Pacific and the desperate Prince Giant is left alone on shore.
(End of Chapter 12)
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