SUPERMAN & MAN A Poem By W.C. Leadbeater The Overman waits at the end of Time Zurvan was Overman to Zarathustra, that dark enigma Cloaked as though in shadows in a forest & the Overman yet waits at the end of Time # He is you & I & what's positive in the I & I vibration Now that we have access to the info-net cowboys riding the tides of fate Our minds are lost in cyborgs Absorbed into cyberspace Man-things of burning chrome & all that was left of Man gone & the Blood is Bitter Wine Inventing religions like monsters My religion is schizophrenia The Worship & the War-ship of the 21st Century Schizoid WoMan--Barbed wire strangling Absemir; he is the Stone Which the Philosopher's sought Mercury, Salt, & Sulfur He is all that is left of Alchemy & Superman waits in the Shadows He raises the scalpel to change his insane brain & now all that is left is the Ghost & the Machine is Lasers in the dunes; fighting over The desert moon Lucifer, where Cannibalistic aliens bring resurrection to the dead Communion, but not bread & wine Or bread & water The dead Anthroposophy officer-- Man-Wisdom for a WoMan The reincarnation of the hippy mental medication; thorazine blues the only salvation; Medicine for the mind in the face of mind-lasers The All, S/he is lost in a wilderness of pain The situation hopeless, but the tranquilizers do their work & S/he is able to rise from the dead like a Phoenix Alone in the Heart of a Glass City: A Labyrinth of Mirrors The Phoenix reflected there-- & resurrection just a shot away #