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
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 7:17 PM UTC
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
I was inspired by Gwendolyn Brooks ...
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