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Robert C Ellis Jul 2018
Hydroxy-engine ******
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Scientific lust
For TUNING the dust
We are correspondence
Letters and bills
And conversations in space
(radio telemetry windmills)
Our adverbs and extrapolations
Carting imagination
0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1
The clockwork of Delirium
Robert C Ellis Jul 2018
I halve the flesh for leaf
And regret and retreat
This is Divinity; seize
What words He gives
And you are a Soul
And will never cease
Milky Novae, a ****** reborn
when you end breathing
Genesis, Revelations
Endocrines endocrines.  
Or molecules that sin
Tithe the seed, breede; bleed
Hatred and war
From digesting protein
My body
For the remembrance of me
Robert C Ellis Jul 2018
Nouveau ****
Wreck the Cassiopeia
I am  molecules
And they disclaim me
The Christ shift of laughter
Days plane the hereafter
We think our words move us
But Gravity still curses
Genesis, Exodus; Psalms
Our cells persist a diluted song
Robert C Ellis Jul 2018
Time is all rocks and stones
And the flesh and bones
Smashed between them
Our fears and dreams
The lubricants
To actuate the planets
And Gravity
That weight clicking from
Our lives the seconds and breaths
From which we think we thrive
But Death is death is death.
Robert C Ellis Jun 2018
The past casts light as a faint star on the edge of space
Reaching from the depths of depthless black
The Caretaker sifts fingers between  the soot
It’s my fault, He says.  And molecules can’t come back
It’s madness
The cobbler draws his eyepiece, selects a tack
History is a sheath of imagination tucked at the seams
Their words the clack of the planets on their tracks
Heaven is the never we forever grieve
Robert C Ellis Jun 2018
God knits my nerve endings
A delicate map or a shawl
I wrestle with the uneven fit
It is all the mystery to enthrall

A semiconducting memory
Devours my childhood for LIGHT
I am burnt from the earth that bore me
The taste in my mouth dolomite

Let Man address itself
                    As a winged nomenclature
Beaten against God’s mothered nature
The LIGHT only shows where we should go
I smash with alcohol any nerve that knows
Robert C Ellis May 2018
I am haunted
God’s scaffolding spinning space
into constellations
The skeleton’s mock trial
Of the soul
Molecules molecules molecules
All dreadnoughts and black holes

The poet at the pulpit
His flesh and hair, fine fuels
Scripture as song, COMBUSTION
Spiraling galaxies locomotive The Duel
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