the fear
is a clear aether:
cloying, clinging
like trapped vapor pressing
on my heart with twelve oceans
(thoughts: blocks)
then grains of peppery static
then stardust: fuzzy logic
my words blur and buzz
like a numb arm on a neon light
sweat evaporates
from me like a desert mirage –
my brain a red anthill,
my mouth breathing instead of my lungs
“my apologies, i just need one
chronic minute, one brief lifetime
for this to pass over”
the trees’
fingertips dance
like dark green spanish skirts,
like a ripple of millipede
legs: breeze
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
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
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