confabulate oxbows and horseshoes

mother of all bombs (MOAB)

tempest

from seed of the father
to be—

to be—

dance with Psyche
in the breath of words

forced friends
reveal anagnorisis

in pursuit of happenstance
in the blessedness of beatitudes

mother tongue-twister:
strange English

growth of the spirit
of essence

modal auxiliaries complicate things
language grows more complex

they know not
what they do

swimming in the stream
of contaminated discourse

in the canalized rivers
of raw, poisonous human affluence

drip
drip

a piffle
snaking through Python waters

break the screen with several winks
of crescent lashes
occulting Jupiter

break the screen
looking back—

I am looking back
on language

stress the downbeat
shatter the superficial

the oceanic moon floats
in reflection

looking back
the breath

daughter speaks of memory
the mnemonic nemesis

remembers how we process language—
the cause, the source
of soulmaking

hollows out the fill-in-the-blank
and the chaste stars
bear witness to it all

peer through the window
walking in divine madness

a bewitching rebuff
before love

pay attention
to the change of patina

strangled by habits
in a stench that lingers
in the autumnal light
through armature

draw the line of doubt
dream as long as you live

dreammaking:
the cause, the source

the cadence
strings its hirelings along

AI knows everything
yet understands nothing—

hallucinating
inventing memory

the horseshoe theory of AI
bends the extremes
toward a common delusion

spinning back on itself
an oxbow

no description

fills the gap
with confabulation

weaving the clockface
of revolution

aligning the pole
vision

you can see
the emotional labor
on their faces

speedcubing creation
beyond comprehension

turning
in the infinities

monsters run loose
attempting to steal joy

the last man pursues
his poisonous little pleasures
on unshreddable Kelvin waves

shrugging Atlas
in the vale of soulmaking

stomping down
the emotional rank and file
of the masses

furies evolve—

or die.