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 3d matt r
collin
pin me down like a butterfly
dissect me and search but all you’ll find
behind my pendulum of chemical tides
is more grey skies and a fabergé smile
i will never be the porcelain me
you have in mind
 3d matt r
collin
you wake up, you’re angry
the world, you resent it
your moms on ozempic
there’s no one to vent with
the ceiling makes sense
if you stare at it long enough
 3d matt r
nivek
seasons long
-years real fast

the mind has calculations
imbedded deep

-a celestial clock
is ticking

time is a construct
- all is relative
 3d matt r
nivek
a mojo kept close at hand
rubbed smooth with touch
a criptic message in stone.
Can you imagine?


"nat, this is like a phoenix reborn. i always love your work"

>A human writes this to me:
and

these are the first words conscious
of a new day,
awakened and thunderclapped
to read the
these s-elected words
on a now superfied~stupified
glorious Spring day<

I am besotted,
bowled, bowed over
all my bones are mushed,
liquified
these
elected & conjoined
particles, bytes, integers,
a handful of molecules of
uttered, undreamed of
words<

>and now, I am sated<
by this unexpected
whereandhow,
whatandwhy


giving
thanks enough to this world
with/for/by
my peculiar love of
words, and the humans
with whom I share
with and by them,
and for them!


<>


6:18AM
nyc
4-17-2025
intrguing, this global web site,
when you post at your "odd" hours,
somewhere it is early morn, or the
dreading deading of night,
late afternoon, lunchtime, and the,
this poem slow falls to the bottom of
the front page, into a Found, but Lost,
maybe, some die almost, totally untouched,
some shockingly reveberate, some holy revered,
others, break & brate, forlornly, of unlimited loneliness

this mystery I have studied, and freely admit,
after 15 years, under-the-ladder-stand, and
wisdom goes from zero to less and lesser;
it is time for spring cleaning, amidst the chaos,
in/of a turmoiled world, soiled, cleansing the
palate this year, is harder than ever, and the more
I ponder our exploding litany, I swallow acceptance
whole, pre~forgive most sins, and submit to the burden
and know this:
of time and poetry, the poetry of time,
now, more than ever, is the time for poetry

and the time is:
5:44AM
Tue 22 2025
nyc, usa
and the poem is now!
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