Said true
Let there be false
So fell yes from the heavenly no
Over the surface of always moves now: Every therefore singing
I am
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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
$
“money
isn’t always
evil,” i cringe and stuff
a bald eagle through the eye of
a needle
As Above
Stars at
Fiesole
Above gold Firenze
A caraffe, olive oil, and bread
Alone
Tables
Vacant and still in patient rows
Between the heavens and
The city of
Dante
kinds of haunted houses
haunted
houses have ghosts
who try to scare you out
or christian demons who kill you –
just kill
you dead –
but my parents’ old, wooden house
stopped short term memories
from forming be-
tween rooms
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
eschatology
an unfortunate
defect in angels
is apocalypse
fantasies: raptures
and the final war
The Cereologist
In the blinding eye
Of each asterikyklone
Stares the pupil:
A bindu not as small as “just”
For it has a complex gist
Instead a new navel
(New a long while, too)
With appropriate umbilicals
Winding behind one
You see the aperture
Of every eye appears
To hold a black hole
Yet beyond these lenses
Brilliant velds forever
The Kitchen
Heaven
Smells like bacon
Cooking in the morning
Scrumptious whiffs of fatty bacon
And in
Hell, well
People smell a lot like bacon
When their fat is cooking
So Hell smells like
Bacon
teeth
the seraphim
standing sentinel
at the chain-link fence
round the jungle of eden
are not vegetarians
just picture god’s
mouth water when
she thought of sizzling
lamb fat at the altar
remember that angel of death?
probably certain people
have hearts lighter
than god’s – well – no
i guess god has the power
of self-absolution, tricky tricky
if anything in heaven
if one single thing has
a mouth, just knock me
out, i’d rather sleep through
eternity than listen to more chewing
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