even when i lived in barrels i was stung by pre-Euclidean geometries
aping right angles, askew of a laminar flow of Time.
even when i stutter like butter on a lightning bolt
my collisions resolve dormancy
wherever i evict a conspicuous
ascetic tenet.
i twist The End where The Beginning buds;
and watch for spontaneous eruptions-
for Origins, mapped to a powder keg
with a damp fuse.
[ it’s steam engines now… ]
AND
the moon’s belly
is a bright eclipse
clamor-locked in the beastly
barrage of our tuneless
arias…
coping with despotic realities
with aplomb; birthing sunshine
from a myth mirror
emblazoned where harm refracts
exact moments-
tumbling magnetic…
as your eyes
Yahtzee the Forbidden
like a rogue.
with
blunt force
Rama.
as Fore-
told.
II
infinity pools are finite if you swim like a rock.
or fall asleep when a lullabies’ on fire.
just so you Know.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 12:07 AM UTC
even when i lived in barrels i was stung by pre-Euclidean geometries
aping right angles, askew of a laminar flow of Time.
even when i stutter like butter on a lightning bolt
my collisions resolve dormancy
wherever i evict a conspicuous
ascetic tenet.
i twist The End where The Beginning buds;
and watch for spontaneous eruptions-
for Origins, mapped to a powder keg
with a damp fuse.
[ it’s steam engines now… ]
AND
the moon’s belly
is a bright eclipse
clamor-locked in the beastly
barrage of our tuneless
arias…
coping with despotic realities
with aplomb; birthing sunshine
from a myth mirror
emblazoned where harm refracts
exact moments-
tumbling magnetic…
as your eyes
Yahtzee the Forbidden
like a rogue.
with
blunt force
Rama.
as Fore-
told.
II
infinity pools are finite if you swim like a rock.
or fall asleep when a lullabies’ on fire.
just so you Know.
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