Remote Viewing

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Remote Viewing

“If a man can bridge the gap between life & death,

if he can live on after he’s dead, then maybe he was

a great man.”--James Dean.

Deadman is pleased, for he has a lot

                                   of advantages, like eradication of ethnicity,

                                   but                          retention of identity.

Souls are not made out of tickey-tackey--

                are not just the same, more like

                                   stars, snowflakes, crystals, grains of sand;

                                             all very much individuals.

Deadman is a proud participant in the    

                Cosmic Society of Deadmen.

Deadman understands about,            pals around with

                                                Death; & is happy to promulgate

the message that fear of it is folly, just

                      dancing in the chorus of the

                      Follies Ignoramus, that Doorway,

                                                            Transition,

                                                            Transformation

                                                             Ascension

are its true tenants; so it probably is prudent,

                     to erase notions of          Oblivion,

                                                             Limbo, or

                                                             Nothingness, unless

unfortunately if the entity that inhabited the husk,

                     an offspring of both beforelife & afterlife,

                     bought into, actually believed the          Big Lie,

& therefore wills itself into darkness for a time,

                     yet even that is not the dead end,

                     for even a dirt nap is something one awakens from,

and does become merely a blip, a blink,

there on the outskirts of Otherworld.

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My favorite Deadman

was born at Marvel, not DC,

drawn by Neal Adams, the ghost

                of Boston Brand,

             a circus performer who called himself

Deadman,

            who wore red tights, had a cool smallish cape,

                            shaved his head, & wore

                                              white corpse make-up.

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Deadman possesses the truth,

                 though leagues from empirical, 

        and can now smile at all those glittering theories

of Philosophy,

    Religion,

    Mythology,

    Fiction,

    Pseudo-Science &

    Science Fiction, reminiscent of armies of ants,

                               all scurrying about hoisting their crumbs

                               of insight, straining to construct    a workable image

of the Whole out of the tiniest of portions, 

seeking verification, canonization, substantiation, creating

                               a bogus blueprint of a 1937 Rolls Royce

                                             with only the hood ornament

                                             to guide them. 

************************************

Deadman was killed by the Hook,

a novice assassin, leaving

Boston Brand as specter, but now

            capable of free flight, 

            teleportation, with the marvelous ability

                    to heal,       

                    to reanimate the dead (white light), &

                    to resurrect the dead   (black light), &

cooler yet the fabulous ability

                    to completely possess any sentient being.

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Yes, Deadman performs in our circus, soap opera, or carnival,

part tightrope walker,

       sin eater, spirit guide, sage, & jester. 

                       balancing on that thin line that separates

       the real & unreal,

       the living & the dead, more or less undead,

                        but not zombie-like, more like an ethereal knight,

discarnate yet compassionate, wise, evolved. 

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Deadman is pleased that Stan Lee the Elder

has become a billionaire,

that CGI has allowed his comic compeers to rule

the fantasy & science fiction of modern filmdom,

that pencil pals Neal Adams & Jim Steranko

are finally recognized for their Art,

that Frank Frazetta did paint with both fire & ice, &

that Robert Downey, Jr. has flat out nailed Iron Man. 

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Deadman knows             that Here-to-fore & Hereafter, 

                 Life exists, is indestructible,

                                       independent,

                                       inexorable, 

                                       infinite, a forever child,

that death is a dominion beyond place,

                     a dimension without walls, barrier, borders,

                     or restrictions;  both

a pragmatic portal & a pleasant Way Station, a spiritual spa,

& damn rights                        Deadman is forever busy

whispering to trillions of higher selves, 

for his Truth is interstellar,

                      & his companions are more than legion,

                                                          more than legend;

                      active, positive, pure, & eveready, so

dig it like a Deadman, for

it beats the hell out of the alternative. 

                      

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Poetics

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