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M Eastman Aug 2018
I want to edge my foot closer
Over that
Crumbling
Landscape
Of cliff
Side
And feel no
Purchase there
Only air
And have my stomach
Rise
In my throat
With a
Sudden pull
And a rushing
Wind
Flapping garments
And suddenly
Break
My body
To pieces
Shattered
On your body
Below
Ive been rolling this around in my mind for weeks now and it feels strange to see it in writing
M Eastman Aug 2018
You've kept the wolf at bay
For so long but now
He threatens
To swallow me whole
M Eastman Aug 2018
All the rules of the universe, its light, heat, gravity, electromagnetism, its math, its history, its civilizations and people; all that was, is, and will ever be; exist within the pages of a book.

The book sits on a shelf next to other books. Some of the books on the shelf look like our book, except maybe one letter is different. Others tell stories, or are written in Chinese and Greek. Most of the books are complete chaos, letters mashed together by insane typewriters that spout nothing but gibberish at best and at worst are just a jumble of letters. Pages and pages are blank or contain only one character. Notes of music and vibration spring forth from others.

Rows of shelves go on and on into the distance, in a building with floor after floor of library space. Elevators and Stairs take you to new floors, some of them are underwater or on fire or upside down. Everything ever written or yet to be written or imagined or unimagined is contained within.

This is the Multiverse.
M Eastman Aug 2018
I enjoy words
Little words that fit unto tiny cubbeyhole spaces, a word like Key, something you could fit into a pocket, makes other words rhyme and think about secrets and doors. A wooden frame, gateway to another room or someplace else, it opens and closes and clicks and turns and clinks and all from that tiny three letter word.
Large words that stretch and yawn and roll around in your brain marble like trying to fathom and plumb their bottoms. A word like Miasma. Miasma Miasma. What does that make you think of. Like a big stinky cloud, it creeps along the ground because it's heavier than air, something soup like, but I've never heard that word used to describe a soup. Or really used for much of anything at all. It's not a word people say or write to each other. Miasma. That's sad. It's a beautiful word. An interesting word.
"Normal" words, everyday words like buttons. Makes me think about a button on your coat. Maybe it's blue or one of its shades like cobalt navy or azure. And it's popped off and rolled away under a couch or in a crack somewhere. And we all agreed that that Buh sound was what those round objects made of all sorts of materials that hold your shirt closed, that sound is what that thing is going to start with... buh tuns... or **** tons... how strange. That we all agreed that.
M Eastman Jun 2018
How long is fire
In unbound wire?
Why do Arachnid tapirs lust
For the mouldings of the mantel bust?
Do heights cancerous desire
rubbing forests inside the mire?
How long is fire
M Eastman Jun 2018
Towers above flattened below
Flames lick ebony carapace
interlocking geometry
Electric blue static
crawling across piezoelectric photosynthetic membrane
sleep food water are not needs
Limbs extending shifting
Testing tasting chemical ingredients
Molecular compositional analysis
Instantly wirelessly facelessly mechanically organically claytronically nanomechanically
Solid as a rock
Light as air
Harder than diamond
Softer than fur
Integrate
Disintegrate
See atoms and distant stars with naked eye unfurled across a cosmos laid bare by
Sponsored spectrum systems
weaponized unwoundable willpower
Invisible elastic lightning bolts
Careening onto blistered skies
Of a forseen absolute zero future
Man future homomachina
M Eastman Jun 2018
Decay
All mighty Zeus
Rendered into crumbling marble
From stone to form and back
And so
Myst my weakened flesh
Whispers of my name
And all memory subsumed
Not so mighty then
As the arrow
poem decay all mighty Zeus arrow
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