I.
Many years ago, the guest of
A formal soiree found himself
Unwittingly ensnared in the clutch
Of a tainted, mystifying ritual
Defying any league of expectation.
Like Icarus, darting skyward
In pursuit of ultimate fulfillment,
This ghastly shade of a memory
Became the impetus of his final enigma:
The fruits of arduous, secretive labor,
Undisclosed locations; enthralling
Scores of code-cracking generations
To come– resulting in his untimely
Passing; less of a man than a chameleon.
II.
Haunted by his grim encounter,
Distraught from the sordid echoes
Of rich Tycoons' sinister cackling, he
Took to replicate their power-hungry
Profession: that of avidly pursuing victory
In the realms of Earth's political affairs.
Disguised as Space Race propaganda,
He cleverly ensured future audiences
Would themselves become initiates
In a cosmic ritual of his own: a full
Throttle leap through uncharted
Dimensions- becoming sentient
Star children. Like a gift for the
Future; break the glass, play film
In the event of techno-fascism.
III.
Evading the hazard of America,
He made for the rolling glades
Of England, finding seclusion
To begin his spree of secret films.
In public display of his mistrust
Of the system, he targeted those
Responsible for the destructive arm:
The militant, asking what is a man
When he is deprived of morality?
All the while, threaded, embedded
Images evoking rituals and hinting
At their remedies. Knowing such
Encryptions are simply tools for
Empowerment and revenge, then
A raucous fit of victorious laughter
Will undoubtedly erupt– not of
Greed– but awe-inspired magnitude.
