Thomas Sayers Ellis

for ASKOLD MELNYCZUK

 [ Being A Warning and A Creative Comparative Account of The Statistical Probability of Intelligent
Survival and Ascension, Wholly Imagined and Inner-Inspired, And Written On A MacBook Air, Serial
Number C02N201HG5RQ, Purchased In San Francisco, California in 2014. ]

     Again, I say that all things extend to all things, from all things,
             and through all things.
                                                               Walter Russell

To design
an intelligent
and instructional fall
for man
and woman,
the human seeds of being humans,
humankind and human-kinesis,
but not their male and female screen shots
or the VistaVision nets
folks fry
and Wi-Fi in,
soul-fishing for Jesus-fish,
the mitre’s mouth,
the afterlife of adapter,
full of reversible white linen damask.
An energy transfer impact
led by extensions,
a core of lowercase i’s,
IMAXes and Eye Ams,
huge sundials body-lamped
beneath light-emitting diodes, rods and cones.
Protectors and Savers.
The International System of Units
Auto Manual
Focusing Effect
: personal,
: procreative
: and never-ending,
the ultimate,
poured jar of perfume
in a reflective vault of bitten devices,
1 joule per second,
Smart Security Content
and device bytes

where Senders sin in send-recycled dust
and Sinners send
in sin furled stars,
activity rings, metal towers
and the original crescent curvature
of pre-tasted logo,
glow-digested
by the Marketplace
of InfoFood
Programming.
The ball grid array iris, a cervix
of speck and beam,
   its lost
   high density
  crown.
Some Sodom. Some more Al Gore Morrah.
Blood over the door,
red tape over
the webcam.
Apple knowledge,
inductance worship-worthy
of the legless interfaces of USB
(Universal Serial Bus),
this know-it-all
––all it knows is lust,
know-it-all lust, a branch of pleasure
on the tree
of surveillance,
as eternal in aluminum
as the covenant’s last warranty,
the winking the eye wizardry of Dropbox.
          Zoo.
    Zodiac.
Zoom.
World
    Wide
      Loyalty.
If it’s white and snakes
from an outlet,
it also coils into MagSafe fangs,
MAGA and Gamma,
the input-venom
of three-prong magick,
a viper’s voltage,
oily and refurbished in the OMEGA3,
of a Phoenician Trinity, 
alive in water, the upstream upload,
entering the believer
via Merkabah visions
like a podcast of doves,
same complexity of complexion
as a mackerel smoked in the neural engine of turmeric.
Anoint another
clock generating
archeologic board,
the Madonna’s crypto-current-copper-coinbased
internal circuitry,
Mojave accessories,
digitus me’dius fingering,
unibody, iTuned to the virgin eye,
a glassed glance
into an optimal casket,
no keys, no Molek in TrueType
manus marriage
only the Hebrew letters
for Y a h w e h,
pronounced You,
chip-set,
in the non-volatile memory of inter cranial nerves
like the lunar waves
of tramp stamp
on a stone enclosure,
another cyber-cyanide-compound seed
   of GMO
   BC Technocracy,
   Technology,
pre-purchased
then implanted
by an anonymous and heretic hacker
with a System Preference
for Word Corruption,
the same attractive deceiver who,
in the Garden of Email,
the ether den,
logged into Eve’s account of giant trees
to final cut,
paste and drag
all of her new blank
document calendars-to-come
from the
Windows Below
the Windows Above,
wattage within,
wattage without,
blue folders full of the hidden symbols and compressed apps
of a venomous appetite.
Apollo in an apron.
Apollinaire, an Armistice Day AirPod.
   iSwear by
   the Earth’s
   circular face
Adam’s dark mode contained
an external
Apple Pencil
super hard drive-shaped backup
always present serpent
he handled
like a mouse,
scrolling his own scrotum
for Social Media,
waiting for the God
of non-computers
and wireless breathing to add,
to perfect form,
the Infinite Insert
of hanging public-privates,
the entire Arri Group
in one bowl of Anti-Poison,
Hellenistic stimulus ritual busting out of the pouch
of Scientific perfection
like an inaugural animal certificate
of bad breath,
of serial numbers,
reconsecrated providers,
followers of the Steel Series Nimbus claim
   that Eve,
evenly one evening,
escaped the preordained packaging of pre-ordered portals
but after her milky meds,
iCrave the free will of laptops,
not the ones used, like suffixes and keys,
to turn bolts into
instant rams,
stags and grams,
or Tong-navigators of the air
within the square of the symbol’s mouth.
Like a MSG swipe,
Trans-museum-ism
is a recollection recall.
iVitreous Humor, sea and seed,
deceived by looking, outward, through acres of honeycombs,
Schlemm’s canal, a cavity.
Abraham
in Garageband,
rocking the ransomware
of numb multiple incursions,
a pure choirsucked into a dead,
locust-gold sheep,
uppercase, lowercase,
like the North Philly Nephilim
who pass over their own Sega passwords
for one of Ishtar’s
leftover broad Hoagies
because In the Beginning,
the beginning of begging, the Beg Inn,
before the kite star of Liberalia,
there was the multi-tool
rich text rapture
of Microsoft Spoken WordArt,
rotating and retouching
all the standalone
slideshows of artsy relics
   of Apple TV
and the sore accessories of Community channels
or Cable
or Cabals
or the Kabbalah,
centered, fixed and flix’d in inner red eye,
Gap Theory Hiding
turned off. Thus we kneel
to the new tools,
their normal dot-like rainbow tables,
OMNI Dominium Dome,
and password-protected fruit
the ones attacked by “rejoice” and “reckonings”
in the paradise of Safari,
code name : Opus,
where, once, there was
   the War
  in HTML,
hotep hostages,
and the news of pre-Firmament memory cards
wiped clean
by King Chrome.
The Old Testes
Testament Internet,
one testicle, beguilement.
Delete Abel, Cain.
Download Goliath, David.
Before the flood to rid humanity
of Napster,
who was as Woke
(in the woe of work)
as a virus,
there wasn’t
an iCloud in the Psalms,
only those heavy pre-reset first-generation tablets
like the one
Moses lifted
for Macintosh
prior to the appearance
of the necklace emoticon Mini
that stalled a century
like an a priori python of rule mining.
A stem cell gym.
Force quit the forthcoming
unholy hologram
if any of
the Eye of Retina Display Miracle Stores
are out of
Lucida Bright,
the light-bringer’s
anal analysis eye,
at the very top of the keyboard.
All the random-access-memory in Ramadan.
Between Job
and Judas, Steve Jobs
   and his
   Uniform
   Resource
   Locator.
Amerigeddon Garbage Collection.
Not counting
Users & Groups,
are you Facebook friends
|with any
of the fallen angels
of DOODLE GOOGILMESH?
Life’s good   if
you get a Lucky Goldstar
of lofty grief
for unlocking (with a swipe) 200 android-contacts,
non-indexable and video-eating
the Knowledge
of Graph Semantics,
codec tethered strip searches,
epic thrones or Uruk
committed to beveled rim bowls,
Sprint-rankings,
backsliding in the desert
with the owners of dry dithering diets,
FaceTime with cookies,
cooked skies,
like a meme of River Styx stickies.
  Command
   Creation.
   Escape Genesis.
   Startup
   Sabbath Disk
   Shift then
   tab Idolatry.
   Scripture
   Auto Correct.
   Vaulted Network.
Acts of launchpad,
letter wizard
and hyperlink
all predate Bluetooth on the Cross.
Sundays so heliocentric
flash players
congregate in adobe.
Chat room sun worship
same as it was
on the arc of light
laminated menus of Noah.
Long before the coming of the Son
of iPad
   (and all of
      those proselytizing
         appetizers),
it never rained or hailed in the same font size
as big data’s
begotten bloodline,
RSPlug aside.
Spotify’s Cathedral of Macro Unit Verses.
A CD Baby without a manger,
silver,
spinning,
swaddling.
Online as much as Lucifer
faxing Zlob epochs.
Printers were Atlantean
in those days, root races unscanned.
The devil is
in the desktop.
One eBook for every other Enoch.
The New Testes
Testament Internet,
two testicles, heathen-sent.
A live stream
is the shepherd
you always want.
Always want spyware, always want to revisit Fifth Heaven,
the Web Page
of the Watchers,
complete with 4-lion Mathematics Series
and CGI of
the last days.
Subject Line Scientism.
Television,
a lying telescope
of Pontius Popup Ads.
Temptation,
a living temple
of clairvoyant Claritas.
The tip
of all things
is actually the pit
of the top of all things
turned upside down
but unless you volunteer
for End Times
New Romans,
no Towering Browser or Browser of Babel
can lift or deceive
the high x-height tongues
of short descenders
advanced by
the resting thumbs
of spacebar resurrection.
See yourself in the screen not as a screen
but as a sea
of fiber optic glass,
   5G,
   G for every
   Greek translation
   sunken in
   a black mirror
kin to the MacBook Morning Stars
who clip Art Rulers
   into Acts
   and Acts
into the Rulers of Art,
promos for Prometheus,
as upside down
as Peter’s final GitHubble text message
to the Billionaires
at the Antennagates of Hell.
Heed. The Book of Revelation
is not formatted
like any other
Navigation Pane
but thanks to Samson’s
impulsive trolling,
Preview is a pillar-less temple
   of zero Privacy,
frequented by immovable notifications
in line for hours
outside of
a glass cube,
staring inside and up,
hyper-wrinkled,
at a tesseract with 24 faces,
underwater-explosion-hopeful
and hoping for a glimpse of the Smart Apocalypse,
price tag,
a tax of bullets
next to numbering,
emoti-silenced in
lonely read only PDF firmware,
Medici-financed
for the accomplices
of Quick Table Education,
the ones whose
Evolution Minimized Teens
(saved in Recent Items) rip open the self luminous
Genius packaging
like the instant-undoing
of the religion of 6.5 inch reality,
Realitism,
its perfectly folded fit,
another gospel
of well planned cardboard masonry
––mysterious,
prophetic and secretive,
all seven layers
of genetic possession,
reverse engineered in the recycled,
relative motion of click wheels with floppy wings,
Ezekiel’s pinwheels within pinwheels,
living architecture as worthy companion,
MP3s in the temple,
the cause-origin of consciousness,
auditory masking,
parental controls
of dense watch faces
hatched with massive displays
   : increase
   : virginity’s
   : volume,
   just another version
   of OS X El Beelzebub’s
licensing of lies
at the Genius Bar
in iLove with adding
home sharing to the library of dissimilar creatures in Shuffle,
the Dragon’s attack travel time
converted to Gift Card decay time travel
by Michael’s time stabs,
the 3D-Touch
of the Last Angelic
Liquor Store Destroyer
removed
in the Dock,
like stacked battles,
enlightened by “thou shalt nots,”
a list of heads on the platter
|of an Evangelist serv,
wordscripts with vertex angels vs wordscripts with base angels,
free and accepted angles,
how they become the pyramids
beneath mountains,
divine tech, not miracles, removed from the bible
and replaced with wilderness,
all magnifying the intelligent design of vibrant demons,
an arrow-cursed cursor,
rainbow simulation,
imitating the inside of a human dome.
   Christ-like
   Capacitance,
   LCD CDC backlit,
   like Christ-like
   Conductance.
A sleek, all-in-one deity,
the Deauthorizer of pad-tracked faith,
three-finger drag,
indoctrinated in the index

of hot spot wilderness,
where a region wants to die but cannot.
The Quran in QuickWeb.
Quartus, iQuit,
but due to Foxconn netting
iCannot operate the system of high-rise dormitories,
Gecko-Satyrs,
Cankerworms,
MainStage 3 Grypes
and Sciniphs,
offered as willing songs of freed innocence
in Multimedia Variations,
the verifiers of Amazon’s Amalek.
IP Address,
All-Seeing iSuicides,
iPagan. Double Vaginal Arches
super spread like a stylobate
or the unfired bricks of a pandemic prayer.
Crown, coronation, lockdown,
barely a Stevenote,
an epistle or an apostle,
within six feet of the Rose Expo,
the stood-still sun lodged in Inode Eminence,
no Gaia GPS while offline,
middle letter of Lucifer an inkjet i,
of Liberal
an elk cloner e,
moist as an eyeball in MacBall Spinal Fluid,
reficul or re-fecal matter,
raised,
      passed,
             initiated
at an Apple store near me,
acquisitions, mergers and subsidiaries 
all a Super Excellent Master
a partnership atop a bacteria firewall
of significant investments
and missing books,
the flesh made word
not the word made flesh,
hand on a blue one,
hand used to swear in the great frozen screen reset
and shut down the Valley of Salt
where the Vaxx
is an exterminator
of Nasal Optic Demons,
arrow through the S-shaped body
of everyone attending
the TED Talk,
searching for the poetic spark
between alien, AI and Almighty
or a Messenger burning
in Divine Neep-Neep Terror,
like a playlist of bottomless torment,
e-blast blasphemy,
full of the local talk
of the gadget’s portable prophecy,
its many unique features
all block-chained
in Global Blogatory,
just one more thing for the quartermasters of quarantine,
pushers of pins and rods,
to set in red letter and rite,
as the Finder weeps
   Verbatim.

---

Thomas Sayers Ellis co-founded The Dark Room Collective (1989) and Heroes Are Gang Leaders (2014), a Free Jazz literary band of musicians and writers who were awarded the American Book Award for Oral Literature in 2018. He is the author of The Maverick Room, Skin Inc.: Identity Repair Poems, The Corny Toys and the forthcoming Crank Shaped Notes (2021) and Mexico (2021), a book of photographs. His poems have appeared in Best American Poetry (1997, 2001, 2010, 2015); The Paris Review; Poetry; Grand Street, Tin House and The Nation. In 2019, “Manually Forcing All Modes of ReSKINstance Into Fo(lk)cus,” a solo exhibition of photographs, was presented at Studio 81 in Mantova, Italy. Ellis was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship in Poetry in 2015 and writes a monthly column on photography and poetry at https://www.arrowsmithpress.com/sayers-ellis-column.