Moving a Mountain of Platinum


A cosmic shooting gallery

Have you ever tried to rip space apart
using the scientific method;

It is like ripping metal with your bare hands.

(This is the future my friends)

Like keeping rhythm with a hypothesis
And understanding that which is all math–

Math that exists outside of time
And time is infinity minus one;

That the diversity that leads to unity
cannot merely exist in just the number one
of the Arabic code:

Like an electric eel in a fishbowl
that gets moved
from one end of the galaxy to
the synapses of laminin
in our bodies;

Because life, breath and truth–
(even though we can imagine)

All these in the fullness of magnificence!
simply cannot be contained
by our minds;

Yet we blink. (and absolutisms
are absolved like
equations of peace
upon us)

Right now a rock bigger than the earth
hurtles toward us
and is caught in the asteroid belt;

It is subdued while we drink our coffee
and contemplate
divorce or suicide;
forgiveness, evolution, or altruism.

© Alicia Khoo

In memory of Jason Molina, December 16, 1973–March 16, 2013
(RIP Jason Molina, you live on in the music you gave to us)

We Imagined Money Into Existence

Hans Holbien The Rich Man Brit Muse

Grant me a few moments to ruminate

over the philosophy of money–

Rich men try to bring it to the grave,

while the rest occupy Wall Street;

When someone says they don’t have faith,

it merely means they don’t have faith in the notion of faith.

We have faith in money like we have faith in gravity.

What would happen if every single person in modern civilization

started bartering with spoils of the land?

And said, “Away with pieces of copper and paper notes!”

Would it be our own Operation Bernhard?

Would it cause complete chaos that leads to mass suicide

or would it free all of humanity from

counterfeit and engineered debt?

What then, would we use to bail the banks out this time?

I turn on the television and watch

NASDAQ, Standard and Poor, NYSE Composite

(Forbes Fifty Richest Men in the World!)

roll by on the screen;

yet money isn’t inherently evil,

it can be a tool for the greatest cause–

but I fear we might have forgotten how powerful

human beings can be, when we sit together and imagine

instruments into existence.

And now we have virtual currency,

speculative transactions only possible

because of a collective faith (ah there that word is again! you exclaim)

and courage;

All things are possible, all are welcome,

Currency does not discriminate.

We shall sing and be merry at the marketplaces,

waiting for the bell, awakened to the truth.

Just wait till the Silk Road goes out of business,

we shall take all those bitcoins we stuffed in paper wallets

and go to the nearest casino and stuff our faces silly

at the international buffet.

© Alicia Khoo

NaPoWriMo Day 30