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Dissident Aug 2024
Yes
You are the first strike
The flint, the steel, the silver spark
Yes, you are, in fact, burning alive
You dissolve against the test
Melting quantum cotton candy
At the speed limit of Gods hot mouth
Yes
you're the dancing static of dreams
A fortuitous concourse of atoms
Yes you are already dead & birthless
Your gigantic solitude swallows entire copper colored mountain ranges
Vast cloud choked landscapes, silent forests and still lakes, where rolling planets lull and white dwarfs, red giants gas and sputter.
All/Not.
Yes you are born again
Neither lost nor found you find yourself
Awake at the dark hollow egde of another decaying era
But your foundations smoldered
Long before the deep Stone Ages
Remember?
before blood signaled Tanged Point Technocomplexes before the cardinal idiot's first monolithic abstraction-before the first eye ever blinked against the light
We mingled
dangling our feet over the edge a while there in that anti-light dawn
vertigo
before the flow took us again
remember?
Dissident Aug 2024
Resolute & yielding,
dyed deep in this color

Dream animal

I am

Dilated

Nothing now

But the wide open wound

She dances through
Dissident Aug 2024
Absent any and all calculations,

On the glass-clear viridian seashore,

The ego wave function collapses into

Humidity and rain—

Filled to spilling at the brim with summer thunder.
Rain-

The raw taste of it,

sultry, thick velvet touch to myskin,

Echoes the fresh heat of her riflehot gaze,

and sears into eternity itself
the image
Of her cool, pale naked radiant body against me.

If you would seek me,

Find me here—

Among the eddying vastness of  _

Between the weathered, marble pillars,

Amidst the silent spaces
Of the synaptic web.

Intertwined with

The razored open wound 

Of the event horizon,

Scarlet in its dying rhythmic pulse.

Smooth, in the subtropic lush

Mist, spray, and salt drunk air
 mingle with bloodshot sky.
I Breathe.

Gently

Gentle enough to shatter

The skulls of all the Buddhas

With the nine-pound-hammer of the instant:
Of

Wind,

Wave,

Pine,

Insect,
Foam,

Corona
Silence.
­­
My wiring stripped clean

Of all psychotechnology.

Emptiness now hangs heavy
on the ancient blackened hook

Of ivory starlight.

Within that deepening indigo dusk

Fingerprint smudged in charcoal gloom-
This feral,
Omnicentric / six-sense animal 
Dreaming-awake
Above and within Chronos' labyrinth.
Recollects effortlessly the
Seven billion years lived

On the delicate edge of a moth’s wing,

That I might better savor the weight, and crush of moonlight.

Eons in their trillions spent
As the color green,

Meditating through blotted out eons
On each exquisite shade of decay.

So simply remembered,

Are the lifetimes,
& cycles of lifetimes spent
As softness—

Now a lone petal breaks free of the bloom,

Falling,

Swimming,

Diving,

Dancing,

In ecstasy,

Arcing In flawless helix -

Absent any and all calculation.
Dissident Aug 2024
With Grays and Blues
Awake before the grayscale
Is abolished by morning sun
She leans naked in the doorway
Watching snow slip
In the silence before birdsong
walking crooked fence lines
The steam of horse nostrils
fare to kiss her
As the dogs dance behind
snow still now on the hillside
Fireside
She reads alone
Laughing spilled wine
words she drinks
Content to leave
The kitchen light on
curled again in
Linen sheets and quilt
cool skin
She swims
In dreams
Of gray and blue

— The End —