time is a side effect
neverending count of the day,
who will inventory the chickens,
hard boil the eggs?
must we reach for the unknown
even though it might be unknowable?
today the sun hits the back of statues.
today is the day to believe in giants!
there is no equal, only fairness.
alignment follows ley lines of constellations
rolling in pharoah’s dirt and sand towards happiness,
surrounded by the afterworld.
beyond where there be dragons,
immortal consciousness downloads
entangled in unobservable wagonwheel
set to release the divinity inside -good or ill.
upon waves the multiverse flows electric,
a web of unrealized lost in quantum static.
beings held in check inside a meat cocoon,
released monarchs caught in a hurricane
on constant capture, return golden refrain.
wielder of fire, flood, and earthquake,
under the rule of angels and the dead
far from old river timetables and waterspouts
that once took you where you wanted to go,
set sail again upon this drunken boat.
time is a side effect
melting away in entanglement.
out far from the shore, past dark matter
the eye of the lighthouse no longer the sun,
surrounded by subtle quick crackling
sounds of ice cubes hit warm waters,
where the hand of the dead weighs heavy on the living.
phase encoded monsters in the metro,
gaelic voices bounce off tiled walls. troublesome infinites-
in latin it sounds profound, in french sexy.
singing my generation, a biblical trainwreck of blind idiot
translations, smell of sulfur, taste of flint...
stellar panspermia flows in winds out on this glacier,
no slack, just constant draft
freeze dried in spacetime with distant trees,
falls calving hard releasing trapped grief.
omega wall of bitterblue faces,
time is a side effect
melting away in entanglement.
silvery tinkering meets crash and mingles
with thunderous undertone of rushing tempest
run underground with the archivists
on gravity’s rainbow, the ice core of parisian vein
must have seen what others dream
out of sight, out of mind. a neural response to music
invisible idiot palms the control of emotions,
flooding material level in silent bang.
david meets goliath in fluctuating dichotomy.
lost at sea upon this drunken boat,
time is a side effect
melting away in entanglement.
kudzu hunter of mary-sues cast a web in cruel waters.
the world would have liked to have known his children,
but two grains of sand slid against each other
and the beach was lost to the sea.
now dawn breaks and the moon hangs pregnant
beneath clouded stars, the spider weaves
all the world’s wisdom remains hidden
inside a calabash under the bombax tree.
silks, cottons, wash out with the rains, set free
upstream by nymphs across the universal ocean.
the moon gives birth in a final push,
red, blue, every color and their story;
and the gray band between two rainbows
emergent in the night when the psyche widens,
runs spinning through dark labyrinths.
the wind blew her last whisper where no winds blow.
two monsters, but only one can remain
a trinity when every answer is answered.
the totem set the torus in a hint of radiation blue,
is this boat still the drunken boat?
hands in mulberry red touch the riddle, finger
to finger out on the edge of this event horizon.
riding gravity on light’s spectrum where it lingers
years and light years of emotions,
a day count neverending.
the past isn’t dead, it isn’t even the past faulkner faints.
realize life while you live it, said the poet to the saint.
outside looking in from the center of the spinning wheel,
find us caught in that static moment. oh my soul,
inseparable from the past, part of the whole.
of course, why wouldn't it be fractaling!?
waves of the most mathematical meticulous
honeybee hexagons, expand and collapse,
a multiverse of forces return to singularity. one point
omega wall of bitterblue faces,
time is a side effect
melting away in entanglement.
