She wanted to walk thru Central Park
& I reminded her of Dorothy Arnold---
she chuckled, & said, I'm not afraid;
should I be? I said, no,
& we wlked thru the park to her townhouse;
said good-bye at the door---this was before
the snow started falling & Steichen
set
his tripod up outside the Flatiron---
& I walked back into the fture;

The machine something out of a comic book;
a reverse particle-accelerator
the size of a pocket-watch---
creates a micro singularity (a microscopic black hole)
the velocity of which is ionized at 0mxs=X0
creating a reverse trajectory of 0xs=T
where 0=0 (=/x)Tsxs/Txd=X
to wherever I want to go---
Time travel is easy, said Cleopatra at mdnight
it was hard for a long time
until it was discovered that Bronze Age man did it regularly
which is how we have idiots
in the 21st century who can't comprehend what they're seeing
& keep repeating old video

Something lives in me that is not me,
yet everything that is in me is me---
Everything that goes out of me is me;
yet what comes into me is not me---

The mind contains a mirror,
when we think we're looking at reality,
what we're really looking at
is the mind's mirror that is the exact
opposite of reality
just as the mirror is the opposite of u---

at the point of entry (explicit)

it does not strike me strange
at the point of entry
when the heightened senses and the dark subconscious merge

when the lust and the sweat intersect
with ego desire and self is everlasting everything
that the ***** words secretion is sticky on my tongue

when I pant poems born in rawness and tears
on this the last day of the year
and eyes closed see visions extraordinaire
and the Maker whispers in both ears see!

it is the see of what is me,
it is the point of entry and departure,
one and the same,
conception an immaculate mess,
the emptying and the fulfilling, when unkempt promises
are born free flowing and semi-truths transform into
actualities unforeseen and my child cells of new poems
are injected, stored, awaiting the birthright
and the death of publication,
my moment of privileged perfection passes
and frowns and smiles are
one and the same, silken thread wove open and shut

the precision precious circumcising of flesh and soul departing

the utter collapse from within, the drowning in the amniotic,
rebirthing rebutting my denying that I have no more to give

I believe I belong to you for it is what the desire firing cylinders
say repeatedly in the union of the up and the down cycle:

come, come inside me,
I am the pleasure
you are the treasure
in one cup measured
conjoined container
when the point of entry is the point of departure
and with eyes closed from satisfaction and prayer
I see everything all at the same time, uttering:

I am undone utterly and the difference between
the end and the beginning can be seen only
at the millisecond long seven decade coming
point of entry

12/31/17 5:38am dawn dying and new day mourning