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SEEING NATURAL LIMIT?

In extremes, is clarity.

In exceptions, the new rule.

In excess, the contradiction

that signals collapse.

BUNKERS ON THE BEACH—
a long-line sonnet

If you couldn't pronounce, "Scheveningen," you were not
One of them. Resistance? "Resistance is Creativity; Creativity, Resistance." True, it was far easier to surrender, to learn the
fascist salute, be a Bunker Builder in the driftsands of Total War.

True, these bunkers, reinforced artifacts of our collective
Insanity, cannot be gotten rid of, cannot be hidden. "Goed zo."
So they speak to us of von Braun's trajectory from
The hell of Penemunde, to the Saturn rockets and the Moon.

True, angels have never doubted that we have been there.
Conspiracy? It's enough to hear the echo chambers of karma,
Enough to hear the heavy boots of the Waffen SS storm

The Frank's attic abode, led by a Dutchman, to the hear
The poundings on that door, swept away to the death camps,
The loose papers of a diary, scattered about, all over, the floor.

X.16.2011,
Camp Lost & Found,
Eagle Cap Wilderness

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STONE SONG, a soundscape poem based on eight
of my tr. of the Dutch poet, Achterberg. STONE SONG
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