of the mind’s procreation of a birthing poem,
he crosses with no border guards attempting to
cease his stone skipping, mental skipping, poet,
he traverses in one fell swooping from state to state,
trying to keep upright upon the cloud breathing steed
he cannot control, from prone to full body grown he
hastens to scribble the words flying from his lobal
territories, putting + sputtering, too many fingerlings
wordbabies that an anonymous angel be spoon feeding him,
with nary losing any loosing notions to ether
disappearing, he scribbles with a singleton
fingertip to scribe the fluids aspilling from
his many extended eyes dripping, he begs
from his guiding engulfing inner spirited
muses loudly feuding, to allow the pace
of the onrushing race of the tidal waving
of jumbled tumbled alpha~infants all
bathing inside his steaming inconceiving,
slow down slowdown slowdown so
every creature be tethered into keeping,
but the pace so furious
with baited breaths still
streaming screaming while freshly still steaming,
his overhead overseers thinking into him;
too bad too bad you cannot
obtain a pardoning from this
red sea parting birthright of this
immaculate emasculating rushing fevered
over~heated messy sleep-dream-transcripting
realization you are in~living, leaping from your
uncon~trolled-we~trolled~innards
interweaving
this
this spasming creation from shouted
speaking, so poet falls back into the wetted
bed, rested and exhausted simultaneously,
ice skating from the firmaments unformed from
which he is now de-in-parts-party-ing, please please
show him
the aperture from which this cannotcannery to
escape, but master
god and his bemused ****** of muses laughing,
“you and all your possesses are ours, not yours!”
fool,
we take what we please from your vessel alisting,
now ours this embargoed cargo emptied, whispering
unto your inner ear quietly ringing,
we have what we wanted!
own what was yours! now ours!
from
you our new, old pet, and we say in unison of unity
this - this
human soulful excerpting exhumed,
now in our keeping,
this our newborn taken
and not dispatching
to you no backing,
No! No! no going to visit the
Desk of Un Rreturnable Shoplifted Presents,
with many ahumming hymn of many choruses
of
hallelujah amen amen and concluding selahs,
we lay you down naked body embalmed,
BUT your words to keep, now our exposition,
thefted-taking, and kiss your wide eyed lips to tight
shuddering shutting
closing; returning to you for the boring regularity
of 60 beats
of steadied breathing,
knowing
to you, we will be retuning upon
the morrow’s morning mourning mirroring
to take once more
without permission
again and a-gain,
your jumbling creative sparking,
as our rightful due of
gifted theiving, and with a final
shalom~adieu-bidaya~ alavida,
wipe your stat~of~slate into a recollection
of quiet
nothingness
we happy be returning whenever the master
says the timing is now, your creating, now ours,
until our next nexus of our re-forming re-turning…
finito
natty man,
what’s your is rightful ours,
and to your bed we now
you be returning
sans the comfort of
no words of
farewell we magic
disappearing
bye bye foolish person
but mannerly bid you
once more,
be seeing you again
very soon, swooning…
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 2:50 AM UTC
of the mind’s procreation of a birthing poem,
he crosses with no border guards attempting to
cease his stone skipping, mental skipping, poet,
he traverses in one fell swooping from state to state,
trying to keep upright upon the cloud breathing steed
he cannot control, from prone to full body grown he
hastens to scribble the words flying from his lobal
territories, putting + sputtering, too many fingerlings
wordbabies that an anonymous angel be spoon feeding him,
with nary losing any loosing notions to ether
disappearing, he scribbles with a singleton
fingertip to scribe the fluids aspilling from
his many extended eyes dripping, he begs
from his guiding engulfing inner spirited
muses loudly feuding, to allow the pace
of the onrushing race of the tidal waving
of jumbled tumbled alpha~infants all
bathing inside his steaming inconceiving,
slow down slowdown slowdown so
every creature be tethered into keeping,
but the pace so furious
with baited breaths still
streaming screaming while freshly still steaming,
his overhead overseers thinking into him;
too bad too bad you cannot
obtain a pardoning from this
red sea parting birthright of this
immaculate emasculating rushing fevered
over~heated messy sleep-dream-transcripting
realization you are in~living, leaping from your
uncon~trolled-we~trolled~innards
interweaving
this
this spasming creation from shouted
speaking, so poet falls back into the wetted
bed, rested and exhausted simultaneously,
ice skating from the firmaments unformed from
which he is now de-in-parts-party-ing, please please
show him
the aperture from which this cannotcannery to
escape, but master
god and his bemused ****** of muses laughing,
“you and all your possesses are ours, not yours!”
fool,
we take what we please from your vessel alisting,
now ours this embargoed cargo emptied, whispering
unto your inner ear quietly ringing,
we have what we wanted!
own what was yours! now ours!
from
you our new, old pet, and we say in unison of unity
this - this
human soulful excerpting exhumed,
now in our keeping,
this our newborn taken
and not dispatching
to you no backing,
No! No! no going to visit the
Desk of Un Rreturnable Shoplifted Presents,
with many ahumming hymn of many choruses
of
hallelujah amen amen and concluding selahs,
we lay you down naked body embalmed,
BUT your words to keep, now our exposition,
thefted-taking, and kiss your wide eyed lips to tight
shuddering shutting
closing; returning to you for the boring regularity
of 60 beats
of steadied breathing,
knowing
to you, we will be retuning upon
the morrow’s morning mourning mirroring
to take once more
without permission
again and a-gain,
your jumbling creative sparking,
as our rightful due of
gifted theiving, and with a final
shalom~adieu-bidaya~ alavida,
wipe your stat~of~slate into a recollection
of quiet
nothingness
we happy be returning whenever the master
says the timing is now, your creating, now ours,
until our next nexus of our re-forming re-turning…
finito
natty man,
what’s your is rightful ours,
and to your bed we now
you be returning
sans the comfort of
no words of
farewell we magic
disappearing
bye bye foolish person
but mannerly bid you
once more,
be seeing you again
very soon, swooning…
from bed in one starry step
streaming a combo of the conscious and the unconscious Interactive
an instant single breathe
this now dream to written
scrivening
3:30am
Thursday here,
30th of April,
this month’s
EXHAUSTING
departing
once imparted,
come and going gone
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