Oracle in the hall
plucking with her hands
the knotted ***** of twisted
energy ribbons hooked and nested
in her frontal lobe.
as she sings aloud;
time keeps on slippin, slippin...

When the least of the worry sees
the worst of anxiety
and meets the bald face of fear
and the heralds of Pangaea
Spewing time forward from the Past -
or is it the other way around?
The end is imminent and that's another
way of saying there
is a new beginning b/c there is no
end and there is no beginning
b/c infinity at dawn and infinity at dusk and
what is heaven to the spider is
chaos to the fly.

So scoot and shuffle goes the
children of the ward.
One day the sun is a triangle
the next day it's
a heart.