Category Archives: post-neology


Scrying her nine million microscopes,
Mind drunk on laniakoscopy, she
Plucks with lust a loom of golden leylines
Harplike to focus the nlimnite crystal
At her one Gargantua Particle

Bestowed on the angels each, like their gnames,
The Particle: a corpuscle of God:
She enstashed that hraw monad in her mind
Working an eviternity till now
To coeurprehend its weird architecture

Crystal, keys, chi-glyphs each in syzygy –
Sophia wrings a splash of ylem from an
Ygg tree growing in her laboratory –
Crazy apples cooling on the timepane:
A wicker basket of black holes for snacks

The sounds of Yes om slow and molten from
Her intricate instruments – unichords –
For now is the wowly kairos! she sings
And tipping accidentally, her cup
Dispills its psychedelicacies. “O!”

Dripsy daisy the liquid seeps in deep
Drench-and-drowning her only particle
Oiling over those glittering leylines
With the quality of oh no. The Oo
Eximploded and Sophia with it

Hard Problem

A time like next-now

I’m having had thoughts

(Feels so completely

∃!ach microangle

Will make smooth spheroids

(Yet I can’t touch suns))

What un-sun burnting

Then-now-next in mind

Ignites my lamp? Will

Light out of gray grime

Into hot muscle:

Turning, churning, blue:

I passed a Star Test:

An Exemplary

Think-thought of some sun

In my clean darkroom

(Crimson, I can see

New pictures (Oh, I

Captured this nice piece?

(Is this shadow mine?)))

Source: Hard Problem