god’s brain
lacks a reward
center: it moves over
the waters, numbering without
counting.
god’s brain
lacks its reward center and clicks
dispassionately past
The Miracle.
god’s brain
sleep-watches
and in morning
walks passionately past
as an interdimensional
monad,
and snail
shell hurricanes faze not the brain
of humble almighty
mister god man
who wants
nothing
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shorn light
unencumbered
crystal vision render
under windful willow branches
can’t you
catch the
cancer and bottle it like a
national park, can’t you
see numbers, see
why knots
Time stood
Trembling: little
Insomniac, thunder
Ing eyes still slumbering like tithes
On a
Seatide
Sand coins scattering – stressed out of
The pockets of Triton
Astoundments: nine
Thousand
Marking
Time by the fade
Of a feeling: ancient
Chemicals decide the new day’s
Old moods
Watching
Oughptimism
Ought to invite The Cheer
Fear squeezes me, my badthreaded
Basket
To lack
Necessary
Intelligence, to lack
The hard, warm, glowing dark power
Of mind
Affix
A permanence:
Align the left stars right::
Your cynosure in dark synod
Knells out:
Batting
Circumventing
Squeaks and batwing flutters
The triskaidekaphobia
Of ones
my body moves these dreams
up from the quantum
to the atomic
so that dream sticks to dream
and rolls like soft, white snow thought
into the cold water i munch
with you at daybreak
on the mountain
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