by Travis Mateer
Yesterday I went out to the Reserve Street bridge area to survey the terrain of today’s clean-up, and damn! It’s gotten absolutely terrible, as the video below will show.
I recorded this footage yesterday as I walked the vast area hoping to let people know the clean-up was happening, but most of the sites looked abandoned. Several were burned.
Happy Earth Day!
by Travis Mateer
Today it begins.
The poem below is a word map to the mystery. Eventually an image will be produced to further the mystery.
I am blessed to have a role in this mystery and I will honor that role by staying true to the miracles I am seeing all around me.
THE WORD BEFORE THE IMAGE I. sworn to the secret is synchromystic edict until the time is right for you to know time is not an A to B type flow II. prophet Jaybird’s obscene beak— from Sherman take an Ill Noise peek in hospital bed God’s not sick, but sidelined by a coma trick III. who plug puller? who the nurse? who sells fear outside the hearse? who laid plans to steal the church? who refused the Catholic quirks of contract, rules and decrees things old Baphy likes to squeeze? IV. Selma pictured with God is a mystery you can’t solve the picture is the portal into the mystery, but it’s still too easy to dismiss the good news wafting on seemingly impossible particles of pollen embedded in the fabric of the shroud synchromystics who commodify access to their voice— the good news is passing you by as you wait for Sibyl signals while celebrating the entertainment value of dementor Joe V. the picture is the portal we must enter to confound Saturnian time breakers to find safe harbor within the miracles— the miracle of his plane not blowing up and a mangled car that didn’t snuff her breath like Lisa’s death VI. the power of things not happening is a two-way street and the gift of time is no guarantee the unwrapping can be done without paper cuts maybe SS, like DD—within the sedated trap of Dr. Sleep— saw the tangent rip of remaining tethered so he chose to ride that engine home laughing at the love-web echo his departure helped create is this the mutant gospel proclaiming the synchromystic miracle Selma pictued with God is unlocking? VII. On the 17th stab of April cruel you can choose to see, believe or let the clouds of fear descend in order to deceive on the 22nd stab of April cruel how shall you honor the earth? bury your head in fear of the dead or ask for help healing hurt?