by Jon Rappoport

June 19, 2019

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In THAT case, I make no secret of the fact that I see majestic earthenware bells lying in a churchyard
And a wind is blowing through the chapel tearing the roof apart, and the blue sky is filled with ships ploughing toward unknown destinations
The last weak wave of the Atlantic folds up on the sand swamping the clams, a mother holds her child’s hand and leads him to a crone who has fallen out of an apartment window and lies frozen in space
An odd series of events, but for me a harmonious step-down progression occurring in the slightly perfumed air of a small apartment in New York on a summer night

Three dark knights came out of the West,
Sienna veneer painted on their skulls.
They issued a stroke and the sky dell parted,
Showing mountain range after mountain range of babbling bureaucrats

I know of 6,254,987 universes
They’re mix and match operations
Borrowing, stealing from one another
As I’ve long suspected
Export-import is the business to be in

The sliver of soap in the sink, bottles on the shelf, crumbs on the boards, clouds over the breasthill, an old blue shirt hanging in the closet, the cross of Mary Magdalene on the chapel door, someone ringing the bell at the front gate, I pass through the plaster wall and go for a walk in the neighbor’s apple orchard

I keep trying to convince my cousin that this cruiseship moving through the Atlantic toward France is MIXING, as brown sugar bubbles with pears in pot, with a pleasant Egyptian craftsman who is chiseling original text on a stone pyramid door and highly machined structures spiraling into the sky from a planet in the middle of the Milky Way

Matisse—a small room above a garden withering in the winter sun, a rickety table, a vase with flowers, a diaphanous hat on a hook, a door into a kitchen, a woman sitting in a chair sewing a shirt, a memory of events that never happened in this life

A single thought takes in the cigarette in the ashtray, the plaster ceiling where Da Vinci saw faces

Exit From the Matrix

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Jon Rappoport

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.

This entry was posted in Poems.

2 comments on “Fair

  1. Larry C says:

    Jon – Your skill at turning the everyday objects in our lives into magic, is jaw-dropping…I knew they couldn’t hold you down – welcome back, buddy!!!

  2. AboutCreativity says:

    Very good, Keep on Truckin!

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