Demythologizing the din

In memory of Townes Van Zandt

The hinges of memory’s door are

loosened with the passing of marshaled static

and deep inside, the cleverly segregated images

sneak out, rallying the freed epiphanies.

Buoyed by the electrification of their history, these

images flood the capillaries of old familiarities. 

Axons that have been dormant or relegated to

the dungeon of “selective relativism,”

stretch and extend into a new revolution of truth.

The old formal guardians of the “fears,”

once pompous and polished,

are now quarantined. 

The old magistrate, Ego, 

mimicking a court stooge, 

tap dances in and out of Count Libido’s synapses,

while fresh legions of recollection

drown the “repressives”

in an aneurysm of abjured illusions.

And out of this purgatory of flowing unconsciousness, 

a bireme of new thought

is ready to do battle for Id’s long abrogated authenticity.

Electrodes are set again and lightening floods the skull

with the blue light. Repeat.

– Burt Baldwin, Ignacio