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
Tag: #mind
sober as an oiled knife my consciousness cuts through…
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
voyage the black time lapse strobing like some rhythm down a neon train of thought up my spine Continue reading
Philosophical Dead-Ends, Pt.1
what is going on in the color factory of my brain? how is it so? how is it i (i?) have the ability to manufacture the experience of a lightbulb’s cast of golden light onto my golden couch? How, with a brain that is cut off from light? no, not cut off from the light, but how much light gets in? it’s a darkroom for developing not just pictures, but the red light as well? how in the hell? my mind has a body problem. my body is fine, thank you. i just need to listen to late night tales, … Continue reading Philosophical Dead-Ends, Pt.1
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
The Seer and The Sound
A seer speaks. The man answers Accusations That his long, bold Relationship With The Woman Of Visions galls Community. (Haunted, she wails For warm relief: For night, sans noise, Four times a day (She fights with blade of self-forged light, … Continue reading The Seer and The Sound
