To feel
Threaded-up by
Gut and needle. To chew
Bitter-root like a Tylenol.
Organs
Failing,
And a memory too soft
For sharp telling-of-tales.
To feel old, but
Want more
Spine
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Small Signs
Couldn’t
I foresee this
Unwanted possession
Of a colossus? Alas, the
Small signs
Never
Connected from one to other:
The smoke, nor the lightning,
Nor the silence,
Nor dreams
Anvil
On an eggshell,
One-sand-grain hourglass,
And a God-sized marble that keeps
Us close
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
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
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