The Angels
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When they landed on their planet (Which was ours up until then) We couldn’t stop ourselves from talking About the beauty of their skin It was skin as if the night sky Were dipped… Continue reading The Angels
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the ice cream at the end
the inside of a straw the black at the end the well that it imitates the feedback loops swoop inward the girl is a cool mist to me the dippin dots melt the freeway shades people the atoms that make … Continue reading the ice cream at the end
a real dream, according to science
standing still the same in different bones rain came the same way it rains at home translucency and powdered donuts like stuffed smoke rings stuff the wooden bowls you keep upstairs in your brainmatter my dream’s a quantum seeming an itchy unseaming … Continue reading a real dream, according to science
nature sonnet
if nature’s stained-glass ceilings glitter it’s our natural eyes’ delight alighting up if arbor’s ardor clambors for our ears to hear upon a dank, red eclipse-night (if and only if dark nature feels right) it’s because our twin conditions entwine … Continue reading nature sonnet
yang-yin
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life’s a half-crazed, wildeyed thriveling her pupils tremble and dilate in a dream she seems to walk along the cornstalks eating ryebread she thumbs seeds into the sand . death’s a half-sane, disconnection spanning… Continue reading yang-yin
Philosophical Dead-Ends, Pt. 2
Logical Truths (Primitives) Paradox of Material Implication If I were to love you then you’d love me. Or is it the other way around? Weakening If only I loved you. If only you loved me. If you loved me, I’d love you. You’ll love me only if I love you. Excluded Middle What if it were not the case I either love you or I don’t? Of course, I love you. I either do or don’t. Now, a contradiction: so I must not love you. I mean that, I either love you or I love you not. So, another contradiction: … Continue reading Philosophical Dead-Ends, Pt. 2
Antineuron
My enemy, too, sits legs-folded Inside nine lotuses, peach-fragrant, And wherefore art thou human being? My enemy believes harmony But some forces will oppose merely To pirouette like a mad compass My enemy convinces – convicts My body to lower … Continue reading Antineuron
