Meditation on an age

A meditation begun, the Coward of the Army,

Just one, nothing special, leading behind

50 people with a gun, things to come,

Head of ignorant stump, unthunk,

Cockroach arse nosy in fence, with

Ignorance, calling for blood of his betters,

Things past >French revolution became fascism under Napoleon and Pound went mad to nowhere land, but down, selling his poems for a kind of usury of hate<

Things that went past have begun,

In it’s guidance meditations fall like

Raindrops not lingering long, but you-

Aah, yes, you know by now, you, g, stay,

Like magical things taking shape, past and found,

You’re in everything I do, you’re this sound,

Like a horse galloping the earth in the stars

You transform the age that threatens

Everyone, many black holes of ego. You enchant,

Backward so much so, so far backward you go

The primal gulf gifted back outward,

Is Nirvana, flipped up, happened, took place,

My heart to your lotus, o eternal goddess.