Sewing the spiral depth The halogram projected Lapse time Turning Pixels to Pixie Dust Into diamond
The Dogon Gamble's away his sand In hopes of Sound the sun rays Of Saturn singing
Serpents tongue Circulates the circumference Of the circus Sung circles Sunken fertile land Herbs in hand The earth purges Again Again And again I am nervous Hit with nerfs Of the world Shooting Me down I laugh I dismay the smuck And smog Smuggled by singularity Stiffened by ambiguity Banging my head on the mirror Of the river I bleed red In blue Streams
Giant Futile, no Forever, yet Few, Find the feather I flew over mind and Let loose
My severed spine has broken down into bread and wine