"Reels of Buddha" (New poem, 2021/11/02)

He was a sage of Buddha
he taught me how to obey
the clouds
opened miles
of pilgrimage
held and knowledge
acquired of themselves
infra-red clouds
of close-circuited
discovery

alchemy
turn metals to expedition
ocean's insects
in superstructures, escaping
where have you heard of the ocean?
it's only a mile away
see it, touch it
become it

the moment you love someone
you're gone
now you're time
the chained now
the fool
feeling racing elements
of light-proof
life reel

Tarot
1968
the diabolical time machine
parks atop of the cathedral
nobody sees it
just children
toying lo-fi clouds
skipping news of the world

what about me?
I remember sitting on a bench in the high rise
looking up, and seeing Buddha's pupil
in the sky
in dials man could perceive
figure it out
we need to check out
the perceptible
must improvise
on
serious sitting rocks
descending upon our halls