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Sparks

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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

Studies Show Beauty Show

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“Studies show attractive people

Are more beautiful than people

(Who think of themselves)

(As unattractive))

.”

“Using a scale of appreciation

(Controlling for this and that)

Confirms what we have always

Suspected

.”

“Beautiful people are (in fact)

Beautiful

(Whenever (and only when)

They (are) attract(ive))

.”

stupid & violent

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busy, stupid quarks
infiniplicating like sea monkeys
why? why what.
shh, tilt your head and listen…
“IT IS MY SOLEMN
DUTY TO EXIST,”
the whole universe is bellowing
very uncomfortably
loudly (because the magnificent
universe is, on the
larger scales, a bit
of a moron). fact:
nothing can escape a
black hole, not even
your bright idea, so
just, just, just
just let it go, kiddo
you’re gonna die
in that darkness
(because the glorious
universe is, on the
larger scales, mostly interested
in violence)

decortication

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the acolytes of science
dictate i cannot reach
emotional maturity for
another couple decades
(by no fault of my own
(by way of my y-chromosome))
so i sob in the meantime
and laugh and sob and
grip my fists in anger
and if you asked me why i
felt some way, i couldn’t say
i might peel my own artichoke
to measure the shape
of my very own heart
but how do you reassemble
an artichoke?

That love which cannot fail to be

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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

Safe

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A man controlled by a devil
walks calmly throughout your empty house
and finds a fireproof safe full of nothing
but love letters, so there is no one home
when you later arrive

A glossy-plated fattail scorpion
as black as the ocean at night
stops walking across the wall by your crib
(its shadow long in the night-noon
brightness) and ambles on as you yawn

A supermassive dead star rolls
through the spacetime on a path
parallel to your planet, and if any
astronomer had known it was there
she’d have told the press not to panic