embassy to gaia

(in worldwide riots of pastry)

the flaky pastry of the computer
is a museum where the bakers put
the fossils in / dinosaurs leave piles
of files / the data of coprophilia
is the light which clarifies all butter
to philo / legatio ad gaium

its dough is the wondrous layers
of dinosaurs who deny direct influence
over caligulan croissants
of binary apostles of storage

imagine that the discrete
and physical events of the world
bear out a metaphysics
of the physical

the real sings
of the unnatural reality
of being real

civil disorder
natural disorder
order
rum or chaos
all bear the hallmark
of a crispy bun
and an unusual filling

dinosaurs make lovely brains
for hot cross bun computers
when caligula baked his first man alive
in the embassy of fila dough
a remarkable thing occurred

a thing was marked
and then re-marked
it was marked again
sometimes resurrection
is the abolition
of the twice-born oven

bread baked in the forms of laurel crowns
are worn by dinosaur computers who
whisper sweetly
to the green grass
which hides the golden brown
and crispy tithing
of the dinosaur pastry's
geological computer fossil
embassy

gaia long at anger
and in peace would roam
the surface of gaia
gaia supports my inquiries
with the stones of the rough earth
which pain my feet as bread
and data

so that my living shoes
are clothed in bread
and the esoteric meanings all
are data

(the secret covenant with noise)