Date: Tue, 14 Oct 1997 14:19:09 -0500 (CDT)
From: "N. Paris" <nparis-AT-blue.weeg.uiowa.edu>
Subject: Sita Of Troy (Graffiti) 



Sita of Troy (Graffiti)

Paris wooed Sita while tending his Sheep.
Nature's wilderness of pilgrims in time
worried for a survivalist's evolution.
during the poverty of their imagination
came the gluttony of feasting on the savage pride.
Drinking, and smoking far into the night
dawn came into the frozen spiritual wasteland.

Glimpses of the physical body were seen
by the blue prints of the Avatar
Scrolled on the Titanic's bulkhead.
The careful arrangement of harms way
pretexted the superficial contact 
of the roses felt petaled church hill
along the genetic like lines of the ever broadening front
deepened the water tank
by the horse's future air.

The matter had been seen in the Divine luminosity, 
a world without
shadows
She promised and He knew.

The Horse had been conceived in the lab
and frozen in nitrogen for future use.

Deepening the battle 
he looked through the movies.
The vital resistance,
a mud of emotion that sought
to limit the symbol with its transcendence
a shoe stuck in the known
a footstep made bare
another world opened into depths of music
and the increasing mobility of operational firepower
to fix ideas and reshape the ego images.

Her pyramid of the physical in the glare
of the subtle 
waves of causal bodies, 
Her energy expressed
pulling him into protests of the obvious
Princess Cobain and Saint Transformation.
The obvious was simply a flat tire,
a jolt of the curb in the parking ramp,
a flu that delayed the long trip into the workings
of her graduation and future commitment.
She needed time to watch the family world she had known
and move on best she can 
still 
an insulated refugee,
"the best she can" echoed in her mind as a tip of the iceberg.
Her caste system was still safe so she sought
the surgeon's gown, but it went deeper
and she saw it in his eyes.
The inner person, conscious, expanded throughout the parking lot
as they saw
the genetically different woman and Man.

Monocropping families went organic.
Species depletion so sad that her technology was lost.
A moral lecture left the philosophy 
and found the vast realms of dangerous possibility
to climb into the Horse,
to go inside with sufficient force.
Virgil smiled across the centuries
his Odysseus sought refuge in the words of those convincing souls
who could carry the plan through with a seductive word 
and emotion flow toward the inner gate of the city of plenty.
Nigel Barrette called through the communicator
to the pilot 
"Can you give us anymore power."
Rama looked at Sita
met the deer's eye through the wood
as Ravana prepared his makeup before the show.
Write my will across the sky, a star
and my poet pen will doodle in the earth.

The princess role model of the slavery to the history of forms
carefully globalized her labor's force
and re-Oriented national industrial organization. 
His power slipped from the meatpacker's knife 
into the Megacorp without a flag, 
sailing ever closer to multiethnic single instances of specialization.
Hector's pride was a cover for his noble birth,
his city lost yet his destiny went on in the story.

The Tibetans remembered when the monks were shooting craps
in the land of the snows
while the Sioux sent braves to study with Khan before the Meiji
sank into secrets of the science
a romantic orthodoxy of the unknown generation...
of Ruritanian Bottlers.

The new market of bad service
the cooperative of union struggle
organic foods pushed to the fore 
speciality cheeses, pasturized into products.
The meat counter spammed the building behind the frozen foods
served the Raj near
the center wine aisles where the stand of coffee grew
the inner sanctuary manifesting through the light.

Force projection in the depths of the enemies
operational depths gave force multipliers 
in the process
eroded the religious hold of the seed that dies.
Joseph Smith held out the truth of the new light
and connected the myth and manifestation
with the spiritual awakening of the old words.
Quietly resisting the revolution 
Odysseus knew Athena again, she spoke soft words
"Jonestown needed your touch."
"Convince me," he answered
from Indra's mind 
she had sprung
Fighting 
her way out, 
the killing had been a matter of CIA
the simple covert sign of God's plan
clean till the Congress went to see
clean till the army played broom
and the rug waited for the convenient real thing
a heaven's gate of Tibet's demise.

Developmental communications specialists
learned to blend the Javacrusians with Teaosophists.
Sita's erotic youth danced with occult faculties.
Her mother saw the outgroup of witches in her own parent's prayers.
Gender rolls were served without the Pope's butter. 
The dawning preemptive strike 
aborted the suffering she saw without the knowledge of the causal body.
Krishnamurti's sacrifice of the Jew military leader 
rang 
the Mission bell.

Des Moines's city planners had tried the motor city constitution,
but the 20's had bobbed its hair, 
a vestige of light 
out at 
sea calling 
to the first wave of the Eugenics,
the depression came from the farms and quickly spread 
by the end of 
the decade 
to more 
than a third of the nation. 
Cars for farmers lie forgotten in the barn to be restored in a Rush.

She knew the joy of the mother whose sexually open riches 
could only conceive the art of the genius
the boob tube view of the test
couched her future in aliens (honest MOM! they're aliens)
attacked by the desert she fired new plants
attacked by disease she spun new webs
a destiny not of choices but limited by creativity.
He revealed in the power and the struggle of the new war's harmony
and watched the forces put forth arrayed against him
Krishna's own voice gave him the secret penetration
it had been the same as his father's own secret of the bomb
but too late Arjuna new the truth 
alone
a Cassandra of single intent in the dying arms
of the enemies hands.
His Messianic vision simply a night's transmission
to a teen idle's dream.

Embryonic cloning the developmental biologist's grant
was a temporary measure of his insecurity of global warming aids
whose pharmaceuticals spread by trees.
The ant minions went about their garden planting the wildflowers
gathering intelligence on the activities of the tribes' 
prairie fires and plantings.

Jackie Chan could not stop the Malaysian parliament from being exposed
to the narrow way.
The little Gods of science slipped into wealth and became mundane tools
in the hands of Achaeans.
The lateen boat on the shore simply became the harp. 
A cello sailed out for the time discarded by the Buddhist diaspora.
Manifested divine forces appeared to the naked eye as human 
veiled in the Maya of his Yoga as he scrawled in the horse's inner being.

She held the lingam in her hand has she sung the love of the divine 
for
all radiating the shakti in a transformation bliss resplendent
without object in all things 
he sent to her with the longing 
and received
a new digitally remastered CD. 

"Princess die! and long live the Queen!"

Sterling Hart
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