a bad echo
so sickening it must
be mine – tortureful reverberation
an embarrassing moment
on videotape, eternified
very nice
thank you so much
missus god almighty
just one teensy question
in heaven, like
eternalated, heavenly infinity
isn’t there a high-on-up-there
probability of repeating
circumstances
am i going to live
my life again-again
under the sun
woo-wee
can it just be
infinity-minus-one
pretty please
can for once
the math not be
so super duper
perfect
In the way
Infinity contains
Infinite infinities
Or the way
My life divides
Into briefer, lived-out lives
There is a sadness
That branches behind
The green in your eyes
So if you should
Wake up on a train
On its way to Pompeii
And you think you might feel
Lonely watching window rain
Drops wobble and dissolve
But you only feel a sapling sadness:
You’re just living out
One quantum version of me
And life won’t get tough
For a couple more years
So don’t worry
When you get ivied-over
By the branching, lightless sadness
When it’s the same to look
As it is to close your eyes
The god we call Because
Will do the remembering for you
And a love older than life
Will continue because
Living did sometimes feel nice
remixing molecules
into solutions for
nonmelodic maladies
meditating on light
and rewriting programs
into hunter-gatherer modes
gathering code for ontos
and for logos and for gnosis
and for fun
hunting the living meat
of the river dweller
and giving back for thanks
my brain full of good fat
will burn like a little lamp
for all mammalkind
i share this pain with you,
and this pan with you,
and this matter, mater
to certainty
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