Autonomous Not

And turning into the credit card mecca,
The final place,
Shiny transitory illusion
Firmly enshrined
Beyond psychoid.

And seeing the patterns
Of particle waves,
Musical choirs,
Harmonizing in the glade,
Of 3D projection.

And dropping Christ-consciousness
Inside the sticky New York nights
That echo Roman tyranny,
Pagan archetypes,
Of the mathematical west.

And finalizing the beginning, my life,
Your life,
The timeless bubble births
That burst and fade
Like helix's rising into Babylon,
Then crumbling into starless pleroma.

And doing all of this without any trace
Of a doer.