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goer
    left temporoparietal junction
    conceptual elaboration kicks in
    blue as an iconographic polysemic reading
    space =
akasha
    shining and clear
    keep it that way please
    you out there? in my brain?
    wanting to be who you are in the right body
    marry the one you love
    body against a boundary of space
    peripheral vision
    bi-location
    in need to project a body off my own
    let
her
take blame
    or credit
      entwine
    not quite right
    cryogenized?
    devices of Moroccan sky and geometry
    women cover themselves in hand of caution of curtain
    richly adorned
    undulate across public space
    Jamaa el Fna
    dressed like a hippie
    one in wig, bell-bottoms, with instrument case
    but down under, raging terrorist
    not quite right in the Argana Café time machine
    impostor you sing of
    secret knowledge in the medina
    impostors trick
    then leave you,
    endarkened prison cell, who gets inside
    subterranean bondage
    tit for tat
    I give you “bullet”
    you give me “stash”
    I give you numbers
    passwords, key codes
    identity papers
    people die
    more people die
    you give out
    murder in broad daylight
    as I pass through Switzerland
    dead faces of their youth
    in and on the blunt news and media channels
    artifact: a fruit vendor setting himself on fire in Tunisia
    The Deciders are concerned about damage control
    They are concerned about everything as the day comes to a close
    Day’s end, they say
    “
At day’s end
…”
    Deciders of the upper echelon are hidden inside towers
    and protected by radioactive shields or hunkered down
    in caves like secret cities
    Deciders send their signals all over the world
    They are themselves all over the world
    with passwords like “destiny” and “tintinnabulation”
    But the lower echelon workaholic Deciders
    spend long hours hallucinating an enemy
    of flesh, sinew, bone, of poetry and its portents
    They will design their clones to be mortal enemies
    They will wear the clothes of the superpowers
    Dark uniforms with powder-blue helmets
    They will create policy upon policy for pepper spray
    “
Just give them some gunpowder,
” they say
    They could also put a well-dressed provocateur in the Deciding-Way
    In the midst of a situation
    “
A situation at day’s end,
” they like to say
    “
in
our
Deciding-Way
”
    This is quite a feat, creating and visualizing an enemy:
    “
A situation at day’s end in our Deciding-Way
”
    You have to have a keen imagination
    You study hard to know how to do this, creating enemies you will need to destroy
    What color should they be
    Atom by atom you put the enemy together
    Giving your factotum gestures and dark poetic substance
    Or maybe he/she/it remains invisible
    A game in cyberspace
    And then you give him some attitude
    and he/she/it takes off
    He seems to be a player in the spectacle of life
    The upper-echelon Decider observes
    “Job well done”
    It has become quite clear the enemy will progress with attitude and firepower
    You can summon any machine to be activated in the Deciding-Way
    At the end of the day they always say it’s what they really mean that dreadful “at the end of the day”
    A tombstone, at the end of the day
    what use have we of spies and they be hanged for less
    look-alikes created
    in order to delude someone into believing
    that someone
      actually absent
    is present
    (
reset the electronic security device
)
    for example, a princess appears as wife of Taladhyaja
    you see?
    her sandals leave no prints…
    she walks above the ground
    carefully, slowly in trance
    her sari a sheaf of gold
    and this story might circulate
    how to beware of her
    her theme of illusory “double”
    might shake confidence in the uniqueness and solidarity of
    her waking persona
    jolt her awake
    peculiar ambiguity of dream
    where the dreamer sees herself
    simultaneously as subject
    and as object
    the way the soul in limbo watches its own corpse in the Tibetan text

    way I touch you, gossamer,
    streaks    strands    hair filament
    splash in raw