ecce.homo

the guard has changed
but the guard keepers

are still hammering those facades’
over the fallen gods, still fitting
together the myth smith backdrops

to hold together the class structure

Friedrich held a mighty candle up to the fake
skies in the clockwork museum, his muse standing
like Demeter with torch lights upon her Eleusinian
mystery unfurled expression glancing into the
underworld, Nietzsche

held up the sphinx lamp to the language constructs
and found the soft underbelly to the Beast of words
found some reflections in his own Mount Olympus
mirror, the power behind the posers, the three headed
dragon that merely traded places with God and State

oh he held a great lantern to the fixed stars on his
meditations on the edge of the abyss cliff, looking
deep into the worlds below his brows deep etched

putting the final touches on his great masterpiece
his mighty furrowed brow now seeing the force’s dice dance
throughout ironclad ages, seeing down those timely lines
the monsterous shadow cast by a dead mask,”and nothing else
besides”

but so much more, now he sees in the Horses eyes, sees
where he walked in the valley, where his twilight of the
gods, finally twinkled, his eagle and snake finally
resolved into the Horse’s crystalball eyes

and many years later a rock star poet would discover his
utterance in some peyote trance: “if all else fails we can
whip the horses eyes” …if all else…sees what the horse
sees, in those horse latitudes…

Nietzsche saw himself unraveling backwards in his own eternal
return of the same,mystery kindly sliping its veil back over
him, has returned to the source of his finely hone recreation

i knew you
to climb the ivory tower
and rescue the maiden Truth

i watched you
scale impossible landslides
to pick a delicate bloom

i heard you
caress the ears of idiots
resurrect their ashen brains

i saw you
leap into the swirling drain
and jump back out again

you, a madman, among fools
a weeper amongst tears
a visionary mountaineer

i loved to watch
spirit expanded, humour encompassed
soul embraced madness

you, a multitude of madmen
a line-up of straight-jackets
a metal cup banging on bars

you, blurred at the edges
but noisy beyond barriers
escaping from houdini who-dun-its

this ode is to you
and all the madmen
you’ve made me see

brian is sleepy.