Small view I live my world through:
This cut-crazy luxometry, so plosive:
Twenty-eight you’s and me’s crash:
Wring colors into it: They’ll marry:
The same Patterns, same Matrices:
Their view I live my world through:
Light trapped alive in a wire cobweb:
Rectangles trapped in a well:
The same: I catch my views in the world:
Either/or cyclones, I wring with my hands:
Now you’re twenty-eighths: Colors collapse:
My small world of patterns and wires
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
Standing out there with
A couple guy friends
I tried to pay her
For this bright powder
Like I swapped with her
(She who only lights
Her cigarette with
The blue of the flame)
Cash for this baggie
And literally
Her friends were burning
Money outside the
SEGA (watched them fall
like red cardinals)
Flaming paper bills
Spiraling in smoke
Yeah my money, too
So I wtf
But key myself up
And pretty soon I’m
Seeing steel flowers
(Those you see in death:
Hallucinations
of geometries)
And I’m saying thanks
But I have to beat
A high score inside
“Sure whatever man”
And actually
She was kind of rude
But who cared? Sonic
Went around back then
Shared sight,
Postpsychosis
Hauntmare: old clairvoyance
In a capsule of molecules
Night trip
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