bell rhymes with hell
from where Gay Chaps
return

and every time a bell
chimes another back
ground Daemon gets her
wings

how do I reduce
the dimensionality
of our Minds, the
minor Mirror of our Gods?

as wax melt
round a burning Blackhole,
effluvium seeds up

while we observe
only Brownian
specks ejected orthogonally
back down our Spacetime
curve