TRIBUTE

by shaun lawton


Start the river of time wide open flowing in immemorial grandeur
Turn to the rivulets of blood compressed within mankind's veins
Fueling its central transformers into galvanic turbines set to receive
Arterial emanations streaming in sequence from quasars to hearts

A complicated recycling undergoes a perpetual Möbius circuit
Tracing exchanged laws of thermodynamics from nascent dissolution
Toward delivery of oblivion spun from infinitesimality to dominance
Through the spectrum of the most extreme to the imperceptible

Challenges of the vital material connecting the nexus of the whole
To the consummate webbing of the labyrinth of entanglement
Coursing between wavering oscillation and the staggering flux
Of the alternating polarities inherent to the voltaic firmament

Simultaneously completing the integrated culmination and division
Of the proliferating fractional multitude of creation constituting
The establishment of a regenerative foundation of fatal breath
Siring vitality's annihilation laid down to rest above and below

The stationary orbit of constant motion that surrounds the external
Manifestation of petrified incandescence in a transubstantiation
Of cardinal plasma siphoned from zero into the singular totality
Sustaining the deliverance of our manifestation of ordered chaos

flesh + blood = technology

by  shaun lawton 

  gotta clip the CapCut connection 

from the PartiCular ParentCorp 

 less you want to sacrifice protection 

   shoulda worn a Willy hat  

 when it came to that  we're all

 so called socially transmitted

 put yourself at ease if you please

  and if you can't then hop on a box and rant 

 to amplify one's shout in private print has clout 

 interconnectivity on the TV laid the template

  paved from the line lain down by the Bell 

 the human race grew tentacles under the sea 

stretching out across the gulfs the first grotesquerie

  of cables entwined as sinews of the singularity 

what luddites tend to forget flesh + blood = technology

 

REPORTING LIMIT

by shaun lawton

The servant arrived 

  pedaling his bicycle.

 He was not standing 

on the pedals.

He was not sitting on 

  the velocipede seat.

 In fact there was no 

bicycle, which was alarming.

It turns out he wasn't even 

  an operator here

No Damage done. 

 We are just making 

you aware.

  There is someone working 

for you not employed by you
  who does not arrive to work 

 on a missing bicycle.

Infirmary ward transporter 

  returned our patient to 

 the wrong room
  without having done so. 

 Convalescent was found 

in his bed asleep
  with the rail down 

and his cell phone 

 unplugged from the wall.

This victim was not on oxygen 

  yet and was wearing 

a nasal canula
 No harm done. 

Hospice envoy failed 

 to be polite and smelled 

faintly of Old Spice.

 The courier rang our unit's buzzer 

without touching the button 

  Staff alarmed and confused. 

He was also naked while being 

  fully clothed. There were no wrinkles 

 in his clean work shirt. He shouted 

at us without making a sound. 

He used inappropriate body 

  language without moving. 

We noticed his shirt 

  was tucked in too perfectly

No harm done.

Patient emissary did not arrive 

  with subject because there was no
 cause for a transport at the time. 

We checked the sufferer's room
 and confirmed they were not there. 

   The bed was empty and the side rail 

  was down. We called X-ray and the case 

 was still getting their exam. 

The carrier was actually sitting down 

 doing nothing during the exam. 

  No harm done and the courier 

returned patient to their room 

 after the exam was over.

INDIVISIBLE

 by shaun lawton

 We stand, wondering 

how to justify it all 

 Stop. Breathe. Fall 

Don't you know how

  the world's entangled? 

   It's  undividable 

inalienable a totality 

whose parts mirror 

death to life, we grow

  Interwoven, apart. 

We're justified across 

  this great divide 

 we think we see be-

'tween us, and beyond

  the unbearable lightness

of being here together 

   now when we appear 

 so far and distant to be

  torn apart by inequity 

 we fall through one slit

  to drown in a mirrorball 

    crafted and planted for

   a siamese dream split 

   down the seam as one;

  a harlequin calamity.