Symbolic Creation Ex Nihilo

in one of its long white lens barrels where 

mandalas of broken glass kept fusing and fusing 

the light and colour alas we walked so 

irreligious through immense constructions 

marveling at our junk / ontology / 'ens creatum'

to this opening up of the field our gleaning~

wheels

each 

mandala 

gravid with dull labor 

and that the original symbol 

or hero

at the same time 

was a thing / monster

(void)

these old complexities

look so svelt under lurid

ever -auto- replicating

android copies of 

Louis-Ernest Barrias'

"Nature Unveiling Herself Before Science" 

[canvas.membrane]

the luminous green metal scarab

now a miniature power plant (unconscious)

which, attached to the creamy jade sternum bone

of each little Isis bathes each cool goddess

in a milk of sentient foam

an electrostatic hologram created from a dust

of replicating soulchip mites

(fiction chirps)

and so

"What is this poem always about?"

The many changing faces of the pilot,

and the many forms of the vehicle.

and the tree /

her body aswarm w/ souls