Rainbow Bridge (Republished)

……………………………………………………………………..“All the world’s a stage”

The original Unset of the Show was One
But with no Set the Show could not be shown
So the Formless Form, to see who it might be
Formed an Idea called Reality
Dissolved its unity into two
The Projection Room and the Angel/Man you
The freedom of the sands of Time was formed into bricks
And this ordering of freedom was named Politics


Angels are mermen who swim in the See
But dwell for a season in the Sardine Factory
In the Sardine Factory they all become Preachers
And everyone has their uniform, even the art teachers
At the door of the Projection Room some aspect of your Mother
Dressed up as an usherette is bound to stop you, brother
To see that you’re not taking any matches through
And everyone is Man/Angel/Mother/Politician/Me/You


As the One/Not One became two, don’t forget
That three and four were needed to complete the Set
Nothing motivates like a puzzle unsolved
So three possible forms of Politics were evolved
The Politics of East/West, Experience and Ecstasy
And each Sardine was held by the four Chains of the See
The four major suits in the Game That Binds
Substance, Space, Power … and Time

(Rainbow Bridge is the game and the place where we play it
Though those who sense this transience may seldom dare to say it)


So the Sardine can be Man the Seer
And sit in the stalls with a can of beer
Or the Politician and Moral Defector
And sit in a Cabinet and run the Projector
He can be Mother and remain on the ground
Ushering all the others around
Or escape into Angelic Space and See
– If not he is inevitably all the other three


The Politics of East/West race the projector hour by hour
And try to hold the trumps of Time to make a bid in Power
The Politics of Experience hold the film at one small frame
Know Now and Here is Nowhere and it’s (really) all the same
The Politics of Ecstasy require you bring a match
And set light to the held frame – celluloid burns like thatch
Wave Politics goodbye, let the Freedom of Angels float
Smuggle in a match and don’t forget to register to vote …


With acknowledgements to R. D. Laing (“The Politics of Experience”),
Timothy Leary (“The Politics of Ecstasy”) and Robin Williamson (“U”),
himself owing something to L Ron Hubbard’s concept MEST (Matter, Energy, Space, Time). Oh, and of course William Shakespeare.

(P S: It was Build-Your-Own-Cosmology Day and I had a special voucher. πŸ˜€ )

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 22, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. Deep stuff: Substance, Space, Power … and Time

    Only thing I know about R.D. Laing is his poetry book, Knots, from which Gentle Giant took some lyrics for their song “Knots.” I think I also started to peruse his “Divided Self” at a bookstore once.

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  2. This is rich, Ben. Will be printing it out to read a few times to give it the attention it deserves. πŸ™‚

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  3. Yes indeed this needs more than one reading πŸ’œ

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  4. Oh you are just so fabulous (or similar positive word) to experience. I am so glad I have stumbled across your circus. It is an awesome experience! Your way with words is wonderful. You say so much yet saying so little. I am on the other end of the spectrum where I tend toward the verbose to explain the big things. But goodness how I feel we are talking of the same big things.

    Because at the heart of my tale is two who became one who were broken in two by a third.


    This is from nine posts into the heart of the Where’s Alice? story. I feel it fits the theme of one becoming two. The rainbows fly for me because I’m about ready to fold in the color characters of True Blue, Mellow Yellow, Raging Red, Passionately Pink and Purple the Ruler. These colors will overlay the meaning and depth of characters already being mentioned.

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