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the difference
between the metronome
and the clock. i acknowledge no
deadline
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Sparks
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
God keeps talkin’ shit, Callin’ me out by name, Reminding me I’ve been made, In my own image, And she ain’t to blame. Her hands are clean Of my conscience, Even when she moves in, To slap my mouth silent, The sin-stain stays with me. I can’t wipe away the tears, Pooling […]
god’s garden
boring empties
question marked with wormholes
in one hand, the stars – the other
nine, dark
Origin Story
Be screamed the Lord
What cut the dark
Its thoughts’ knots
Pottered Its esophagus a
Dumb yawning sarcophagus
(Them living tomb
Warm unseen cancers)
Infiniplite in the way
A well vomits brack-
Black waters forth or
Hot rotten birth rings
Worm these diseases
Even before designing teeth
And greed the Lord
Bored the nightness
Clawed for Its image
And tore in the walls
Of the abyss to feel
Its fingernails smart
All in that horrid gasm
Of pandolorous grief
Complete pain brought life as
If pain were older
Than God
Six Flags Over Heaven
God’ll make a mistake
And we’ll eat golden eggs
And we’ll level the world
And we’ll all go to Hell
.
All these Dixie cups
Are the new Holy Grail
There is always enough
There is always enough
.
God’ll remake the world
And we’ll all laugh again
We were always in love
But we’re never enough
(∃x)
Lifetimes:
Each predicates
In the sentences of
The celestials’… arguments?
Small talk?
cornucopia privilege
no longer
beautiful to
me infinity
disgusts me
(some abundances
wax rude)
how about
come back
down and
die like
the rest
of us
you know?
snap out of it
Ostara
Bird song
Dandelion
Flowers and a pert wind
Told me it was eostre morning –
Nothing
Else told
Me – and moved me to visit the
Woods to understand how
I knew it, how
That works
3 goddesses
your hooped
genius gyrates
(an orbiting raven)
the fall is promised, but not the
harvest
your math
keeps me alive
inside my skin – can it
keep me alive outside of it?
how long?
your thought’s
of a quantum
computer, the shape of
a universe, an emergent
structure
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