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Oasis

There is an ancient
memory of connection
to each other and the Earth
hidden deep within the recesses
of each of us.

Civilization
was created to destroy
that connection
and make of each of us
an alienated dependent

upon the very system of domination
that was created to erase it in the first place.

The Lord & Master uber alles paradigm
has gained momentum, growing over time
into a runaway train, and in the last few centuries,
a cancerous consumption of most of Earth's fossil energy

laid down over
millions upon millions of years
in Earth's subterranean places,
hidden, that is, until it appeared

it could satisfy man's lust
for millions upon millions
of shiny, barely useful gadgets,
and the profits thus amassed
were enough for the erection
of a rigid hierarchical ladder

by the plunderers, rapists and murderers
The Gilded Age called Robber Barons,
the conniving monopolists,
dog-eat-dog Social Darwinists,
whom today we call corporate capitalists.

This onerous structure dwarfs everything else
'til nothing is seen as important
as the global pissing contest of the political system
that was set up in order to support it.

And its power lies,
though it seems barely credible,
at the intersection of money
and a white set of testicles.

But the pretense of the nonsense
underlying the mirage must be maintained,
lest memories in personal oases surface
and dampen the patriarchal drug's effect on the brains

of those co-opted by crumbs
tossed from the Master's table
and interfere with their job as overseer
by which the Master is enabled
to maintain control over civilization's plantation.

Access to inner oases triggers memories
of how starved we have become for
The Garden
that they had hoped they had beaten out of us
and we had long ago safely forgotten

in the midst of mind-jamming mis-education
and television's embedded indoctrination
that like Pavlov's dogs leaves us salivating
to offer our souls to the soulless corporations.

But one drink
from that subconscious oasis
leads to an inner space voyage
away from enslavement

(This is dangerous!!!)

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Vi's works appear widely both in print and online. She conducts Poetry Workshops and gives readings in Central New York. Her latest chapbook is "Sine Qua Non Antiques (an Arcanum of History, Geography and Treachery).

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Yeah by shadow dancer on Saturday, Feb 7, 2009 at 1:42:18 PM
This is its Own Recovery and Resource Plan by Michael Bonanno on Saturday, Feb 7, 2009 at 6:56:06 PM
The Connection by shadow dancer on Sunday, Feb 8, 2009 at 11:19:36 AM
to Michael by Vi Ransel on Sunday, Feb 8, 2009 at 11:57:36 AM