from Kabir to Gershwin

I am squashed under the tumbling rumble rousers with positions that have control over the activity of gun powder and even uglier add-ons.
Political eathquakes shaking things up , playing for high stakes.
See me , hear me but don't torch me , is the plea and the prayer to
Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines with their satellite guided integration

evolving beyond us , with CentCom software humming in their central nervous systems.
After the hard headed victories comes the soft headed parades.
The kids picking up the excitement.
A bit of a break from those
Digital devices always close at hand in case they have to contact God and check out His prices.

Evolution takes a long time to kick into the brain
Even longer to kick out the jams ,
and go with the overflow of love taking off the camouflage,
the kind that begins and ends
in an unhinged place you could never imagine;
the kind that covers everything from Kabir to Gershwin,
with its effects constantly kicking in