Paramanu Poem by B. Sven Telander

Ethereal child
with a crown of fingers
Harlequin and Minotaur
search for the morally casual,
new futuristic primitives
tearing scars into the dead,
all is sculpture for
Dionysian legions and Mr. Clawhammerhead,
eyes on stalks of placid chaos
find harmonious equilibrium,
escaping categorical definition
through weaving of paradox,
the consciousness of contradiction
and dialectical opposition guides every sculptor
through a conglomerate of hadean nirvanas to truth,
organic vending machine with body part selections
entropy realms with leather, bones, dead insects,
cogs, wire, toothpicks, sticks, brain octopus
with heads at the end of every tentacle,
just ask cork screw man,
telephone head also agrees,
endless bounties of
inner significance
don’t always pay the rent,
down the temporal corridor
into the heart’s citadel
by the mystic ocean
of retrocognition-
Tsal & alam almithal,
thought is the builder,
strong eyes see with the heart,
watch out for the gangrene manicure
and the beatific fangs of the Emperor that
sank through soul, mind, and body,
luscious wounds may never heal
the pucid crotch of reason
in deep strata of psyche
beyond the atom
dark intensity
and closer
than a crime.