In the supermarket
Spilled like the flickering light from the cooler
shelf running along the vinyl floor like
Milk

A diffused, dying star-spit glow
Encircled by the inky mantle of the after
hour_
The dead cathedral
The
Dream sunder doom

The place,out of.

The thisness, thick as yogurt culture revenge//
Disobedient domesticated
Alien beings in your fermented snack gone
Feral
And flipping the
Game .

Ninkasi, necromancer-queen
The testing period, complete-
The
Yeast-mother
Awakes :

cushions //
or at least a ghoststory about it

and it jingles there in mid-[undisclosed substrate]

like the space between change and
loose stasis

galloping in the night, real hard _
but
somewhere
.else



and
they all
Hunger

þe ghosts in your blood are always singing.i
take one
breath for each thousand they
don’t.

[now,
this is churning .]

                  like a flaming thing being dropped    
                  down
                  there.
like gravity sending things (new) home,

we become
  this          amalgamation of all the
rooms we have
   inhabited.

Is a photonic pilgrim
Embroiled and fighting to get out
For longer than human civilization existed

Then took 8 min to ricochet

Off the :
Moon

Lake
Eye;
Transform


Into heat and data

Nerves pass
Neurons bucket brigade

Magic tricks, suspended in fat cells remember


A collection of matter, energy, and concentration
Poses as an entity
And burns energy to move mater
To
Convert inside data
Into
Outside data

And
From there, it all ******* snowballs all over again.

braid together the stories inside (y)our  bones
like                baskets
to catch the castiron inside the earth
before
our casks hold us
with this sense of duty.and all the ambivalent observations of a longstanding preordination

cuz
  this is our cumulonimbus
   and we are it’s
nascent precipitate, trembling.

( purple)
He tricks you into loving each groove in the soul
As sky
Wheels, blind

Soap **** is still

****