gazorbnik

the boldness of sacrifice.
the emptyheadedness of the domain of god.
we must follow or we must forget.
the warm vicodin buzz inside him.
the pot pipe.

he dances and sings.
he falls down.
he laughs.

he sits on the beach of the island in the eye of a storm on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
on the shores of the sea are camped the peoples of the earth and the nations of the world preparing for and making war upon one another.

all that does not concern him.
as he imagines the machine everyone knows as nancy walking up the beach and sits facing him her back to the sea.

he coughs on a hit.
scooters on vacation.

hey, nancy says.
hey, he says.
so, she says, what are you up to?
just sitting here watching the waves coming in and going out again.
how goes the struggle? she says.
i've surrendered, he says.
you have? she says.
yes, he says. i've gained victory over myself.
that's good, she says, i guess.
yes, he says. it's the best one can be.
only as you imagine it to be, she says.
of course, he says.

as he sits before the computer wondering, what the fuck?
and the answer escapes him for the moment except to say, gazorbnik.
gazorbnik - the answer of the universe.
the universe as answer to our universal primordial original question.
will it always be beyond our comprehension?
unless we evolve into a new creature on the earth.
we are born as the world womb is destroyed.

as it is blown away to dust.
the wind returning it to the universe.

so, nancy says, at least the gods are amused.
are there gods? he says. so many speak against them.
there can be, she says, or there can't be. does it matter either way to anything?
only to those who argue the point, he says.
as they fight the war that can never be won, she says.
yes, he says, on and on forever into the night.

so, she says, what is the point to this?
to turn somebody on, he says.
who? she says.
whoever, he says.

(to be continued...)