Post Atomic Noumenon on the Waterfront where the Carnival ShinesA Poem by HawkmoonSuper, like Ulysses drunk on pomengranite wine there in the sticks where the Carnival is full of vomiting vagabonds singing about that night they beat the s**t out of the other guys in the supermarket that day and they didn't even realize there were Gypsies nesting on the rooftop of the Walmart, in the dark spaces that the starlight refuses to describe, some labyrinth of light that exists before the deluge, when the Apostles and the Orphans are wandering from nest to nest, their footsteps like coins in some video game without beginning or end, a series of Dances that bring the Carnival out from the Beginning of Time and straight into the Suburbs, where the People are waiting like Empty Rooms for Infinity to sweep it's painted fingers through the night and make the chandeliers swing out against the night, just as the Gypsy described that day while gathering fruit on the edge of the Waterfront, the mountain a distant Theatre performing it's magic in the Symbolic Symbiosis of Labyrinthine Byzantium, cosmopolitan pandemonium of post atomic noumenon
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