A disused rail track in south Paris;
A dark tunnel;
Crawling, wading, through water
To a dank chamber with vaulted ceilings.
This is where the cataphiles meet;
Lovers of catacombs
And all things underneath.
The walls are covered with art
Awash with glow-in-the-dark paint,
Egyptian black-and-orange devil faces,
A multi-coloured parrot image.
One wall is encrusted with mirror shards
The centrepiece a glittering disco ball
The ghostly faces leering
Down the long subterranean hall
This is the City of Light
Where nobody sleeps at night
And where the remains of six million Parisians,
Transferred from Paris’ overflowing cemeteries
More than one hundred years ago,
Now artists prowl these same catacombs
Ghostly in their movements
The spectre of real ghosts always in their slipstream.
THE UNIVERSE AS A HOLOGRAM I was happy as I am Living in a hologram Please don’t add to my confusion Is my 3D space just an illusion? Am I in mired in someone else’s dreams? Well, fuck you buddy Life just ain’t what it seems.
THE UNIVERSE AS A HOLOGRAM PART TWO According to Einstein Energy created the Universe. I seem to have little of that these days So my powers of creation are limited. Should I try Vibrational Medicine? Quantum Mechanics has the answers Apparently. Every cell, organ, arm and leg Has an emergency frequency signature Broadcasting whatever it needs Moment by moment. Now science is imitating nature Creating a Holographic Universe Where I can seemingly be in different locations At the same time. (a bit Doctor Who-ish, I know) World-wide authentic native wisdom Shares the sacred secret In our understanding of the Quantum Hologram. If it is not on the Quantum Hologram It cannot manifest in the ‘real’ world Quantum Hologram equals reality And reality means I am… Something ��Z�