by Jon Rappoport
March 22, 2019
Miles of unrecorded sand are
The skin of the dragon…
Haunch around the night
Preparing to shrug off hotels
This is the age of the actor
Who’s found that every other age
Was lying in its rooms,
In fumes and spice,
Weary of the pose in its own device.
This is the age of discovering
That every other age was dying,
Muted in a flame,
Born in presentiments of gold
In the pose of the honored name…
Lamps are lit
Along the Appian Way
Caesar steps out on the running board of his tent and waves to the surging crowd
This can only end in elevation to heaven
What else is left?
How many conquests until the gods tap him as one of their own?
I dreamt we fought a war to build Time from
A column rising out of the sea
And now, mystified by our own presence,
We aim to destroy it
“Burned flowers of the field
My noon is over, growing old,
Everything I love is finally sold.
Sewed designs for men with money
Thinking it was duty,
To watch them lead the world to war,
From my little field of beauty.”
There is no army of artists of reality
There can never be such an army
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The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.