Cypher 17
He carved her name with pride...
on his lap, he bequeathed to her his second best bed.
She grabbed the nearest book from the side
tabled an answer to the question. What’s on page 117?
Quickly she read the second sentence periodically
thinking it’s the elemental number for Tennessine.
Stacks on the floor, more stacked under a tiffany
lamp light of historical manuscripts, a little Shakespeare,
on that page as well: “It is a sin to kill a mockingbird”.
And, because each of these variants brings
in its own particular advantages,
they have no power or reason to eliminate each other.
That’s from the phenomenon of man!
A black star passes between home star and earth,
blue star crashes sirius, the dog sun behind the sun.
A boom star crosses seven pillars of meaning,
hyperplane of hyperspace for the dead.
Soon we will witness the birth of a new star,
so listen senseless songbird,
this rogue cruises through space unattached to any star!
golden winged swift footed dewy wind, 7 Iris occulting
The plants, the birds, the ants and spiders, and bees going
about their tasks putting the world in order the best they can.
Human do what your nature demands...
The seventeenth hour ode to the five o’clock enigma,
here i am... this is not quite yet, here i am.
The canals of venice are frozen, Salento of palm trees and wind,
never after the touch in two days of snow–
pierces two flashes in the sky, I know–
I do not yearn for the world to end,
standing in front of seventeen screens, no plan.
rarest Iridium atomic 77
The life that I have is yours!
Life– love– sleep, sleep, sleep,
all yours. In words, death is but a pause...
Maven through a perl monks gate, after a little death
on the long green Persian rug, in the peace of my years,
all yours, yours, yours! Under Murano glass
chandelier–
in the twenty-four palms that make Vitruvian man–
the world in miniature, chase omega in left brained dreams
only to awaken with everything shifted to the right
tabled an answer to the question. What’s on page 117?
We wished to discover who such fierce killers might be.
When a pleasure becomes a duty,
who will share a dipper of wine? And now
I would prophesy somewhat more concerning,
between silk and cyanide.
I serve, thou servest, we serve so chanteth here
even the hypocrisy of the rulers –and alas,
if the first lord be only the first servant.
Cadmium, unfortunately, is a lot like lead(82) and mercury(80)
in that, it accumulates in the environment and in the body...
We prayed, we feasted, we feared we were doomed.
Caught in the spin of a Heronian tetrahedron having the smallest
maximum side lengths –117. Morpheus asked, who is squaring the circle?
Who links gods to humanity? Wireless
I lived VIXI! With this great heptadecaphobia,
how does this universe end– a novella
of hacking the least random number? Whispering Iris
...As she fell to slumber after fucking her fella.
