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at the moment
of the Tragedy, the Shapeshifting Mandala of Perpetual Birth, in Amnesia of
Dreamtime at delight of the Cupcake Christians sleeping inside
a Strawberry Blueberry Muffin Pie Colored Photon, at Heliotropic nadir in the Center of the
the Gateless Gate and Carouselambra of the Voodoo Poopoo Mood Ring Machine
Non Local Non Linear Sentience, an Elf inside the Fleshovision Screamed her Name into a Polka
Dot lurking in an Ocelot
by a Jetstream of Unfinished Afterthoughts as the Candlelit Flame
wrote her Secret Name in the Jewelry Box of a Palindrome balancing it's Memories
in a Birdbath by a Human Brain in the Drainage ditch by a
Labyrinth in the Map to an Undiscovered Tomorrow, where the Bone Marrow walks
down cemeteries of the Centuries,
the Interstellar Resurrection Matrix is turning Humans into Vineyards,
One Purple Tongue SWollen on the Forest Floor by the Convenience
Store where the Woman's Umbrella lies,
a Pigs Ear gathering Flies in the blood drunk silence of Dusk,
whirligigs of white cotton noise gathering in Prayer Shawls on the Corner where
Eternity is a Triangle Faced Gargoyle, its Wings
curved into the Strangers eye like a Womans' Fingernail curved into a Blank Page,
her name
a dream stained dagger gathering it's wisdom in the Misted shroud of
Amnesia, the Lost Art of Infinity,
to Know Nothing whatsoever about Anything,
and continue to Exist, Anyway, on the Edge of the Blue Noise
where the Upside Down Universe truns broken Mirrors into Mona Lisas
in the Center of a Disposable Parking Lot,
the Ten thousand Teardrops painted like Green Mermaid Scales in the Antivenin
of a Golden Thread shining in Her Silver fingers,
as if She was the Doorway into the day Before Tomorrow,
a single Violet Thrush spinning in the Tops of her Teardrop Trees
where the sky has planted it's bird thirsty oxygen, nightmares of Hydrogen in Twelve dimensions
of a Peach Tree, the
White Tide rising and falling in her Lungs
as the N dimension exoskeleton of an Infinitely Complex Shaped Void foxtrots
across a flock of waltzing polka dots
in a moment of (R)Evolutionary Weirdness, at the moment an Isolated Photon levitates
the Louvre,
triskadekaphobic hieronymous rushes towards the River as if the River was a womans' Foot,
the Rippling of the Water, Her Smile,
a Shadow in the Trout Wings,
Zephyrs to the Frog that Leaps into the Sea of Tranquility, as the Night
casts a Net
into the Phantasms,
the
star crossed Shadow, like Shakespeare shining his Shoes in the
Ghost light of the Devil's pet Nightingale, as the Babbling Brook
opens it's throat towards the Sunshine
and sings the Rain into Puddles of Lovesongs crested with Minuets in Purple Minor Mixolodians,
the Shouting of the Seagulls as it arrives in the Pink Light
waiting to arrive
at the vanishing point of Everything
somewhere in the Sea of Thermodynamic Sleepiness, as a Masked Mamba Mambos
around Minkowski Mountain, where a fountain of umbrella flutes
ululates the Diamond Uterus Sutra in a post symbolic probability field
of every unlikely yet absolutely actually truly happening and still indescribably wordless,
supralogical non-event
at the hallowed hollows of the Continuum of a- Symmetric Chromatic Synchronicity
where Ophelia weeps Boolean Dream Bees in the honeycomb of Hamlet's heart
and chimeras cartwheel in carousels of caravanserai and the daydream haunted nucleotides of an
Unborn Magician's Upside Down and Inside Out Face
thru a trillion permutations of the Indescribably Imaginary Adjective as it wooshes
around the Pronoun of Instantaneous Anonymity until the Universe
collapses into a Polyhedron Eyed Godlessly Godlike Goddess
and the Uncreated Creator trips into the Temple of an approximately Infinite If
just as Fred Astaire hijacks a lightning bolt into the constellation of Irrational Numbers
near the Shopping Mall Nirvana during an episode of World War Wha???
that everything *somehow* becomes the Thing that is Not a Thing at All, a Nothingness
lost where the diamond eyed cherubim and jabberwock zig zag and tick tock sideways through the
Anti Gravity of God's Baby Speech
and the Soul of Absolute Simplicity strikes Paradox Paradox of
Ten Times Two +/- X / Y (SQR -1) as the Guru Cuckoo clucks Ten Taoist Owls on
the IsAmAreWillBeBeingWasWere O How O Who O When' O Which O Where O Why O 'Clock
and an Infinitely Purple Electron Yawns Aria 52 into Pavarotti's Ten Gallon Eardrum
and through the synaptic cleft of a Supernova Cerebellum,
as the Ghost of William Shakespere ENTERS: Stage Death, cleverly costumed as a Sock Puppet
demonstrating the Fuzzy Logic Soliloquy and Socratic Dialogue daydreams
of Thespians and other Isolated Variables in the Junkyard of Love's Last Theatre
where the Primadonna Gala Dali whirls Ballerino Nijinsky's Eyelid across the proscenium
as he pirouettes into perpetual denouement the Hallucinatory Cyclone of Pandemonium
in the Game Show Soap Opera as the All Tasting Mouth exhales a Supercomputing Pinecone
upon esoterically juxtaposed and heliotropic parallelograms of
Impermanently Impermanent Impermanence
(at the place on the map where the Robot Queen places a Human Fingerprint on the
Electromagnetic Nothingness at the Beginning of Time,
and by the light of the Aluminum Foil Grave and the fury of the glow in the dark Womb
the Fuzzy Logic Noun discovers itself winking itself to sleep in a Broken Mirror
that is balancing the Angels made of Chlorophyll around the Temple of the Goldmine
in whose gears and clockworks rides the riddle of the Calculus of Insanity,
and the Tarantula dons Picasso's Wig and trips on trills across the Vampire Faced Piano
causing fugues of Rubyait Shaped Spaceships to lilt in the lily light of Illuminated Lovers
curving Michaelangelo's communion wafer into the Wing of an Imaginary Songbird
sleeping in the Time Machine disguised as a Walrus Whisker Paintbrush
waiting like Godot for a Trilobyte to pose for the Pre Cambrian Pieta,
and the crucifixion of the Chrysalis is an exoskeleton of the Television
where pantheon by pantheon chthonic avatars haunt dialectic discotheques with
the Mystical Apostolic Insanity,
in the Cloud chamber of an antediluvian prophet's ten octave glossolalia
sings zephyrs on the Zenith of the Shore where the Mirror Image of Helen of Troy
nurses a phalanx of orphaned Argonauts around Ziggurats of gamma rays
and the Vineyard of the Wine Fueled UFO is whispering
a trillion blue note proverbs of the Angelical and Tranquility Fleshed Poor
into exaltations of the ultraviolet vapors of the ancient Exterrestrial Snore
and the chorus of Intergalactic grasshopper chant tantric canticles of an
Orchid winged Blackbird's apocalyptic claw clued caw
spinning the Pawn Shop into dizzying astonishment as the Chessboard erupts into a
Saga, Raga by the Vagabond in the Swan Song of a Self Assembling
Kierkegaardian Corollary as the G-d Quark disappears
into a Revolving door, one trillion pigeon winks deep inside the golgi whirligigs of
the Queen of the Cortex Vortex where a paint by number Daydream
sleeps like blueberry in the Silicon and Binary Code Self Assembling Rainforest
balanced in the Pharoah marrow Sapphire at the retrograde elopement of
the transubstantiation Vowel howling onomotopoia at te Center of the Lemniscate
where a flock of Enchanted Changelings are
calculating polyaromatic hydrocarbons during cartoon armaggedon
in the Give Me back my Missing Money Mental Mindless Mind Machine
as the Sound of Mozart's Disembodied chromosomes, perform Sonatas of
the Mockingbird into the brimstone doorway
that flickered in Nostradamus inside Out Eye and the shadow of the Dragon Dragon
breathes dreamlit phantasmagorical allegories where the bride and groom swoon into
the Solar Honeymoon, in the Kingdom that Cannot be Found,
a flower facing Marvel in the Miracle of a Moment of the Incarnation
Cycle, a delta wave of Exponential Octaves in the Still Point where an alleyway
of Manhattan is dreaming of the cuckoo clocks of Aldebaraan and Atlantis wakes
in the Platonic palindromes hidden somewhere in Times Square
and the Allegory of the Algorithms exhales the serendipity of silence, surrenders legends to the
Eyeless Mimes at the corner of 5th Avenue
at the precise and Unpainted Palace where Picasso leaps into the Sleep that Sleeps
in the pointillism of the Polyhedron at the Summit of Olympus, where weeps
the Star Fire in the void of the Non Local Library, the Books have died in Silent Tides
thru the Central Nervous Systems of Godot, Rimbaud, Cocteau, Bardot, Van Gogh,
and the chakra of Marilyn Monroe
as She tip toed out of Dante's prologue as it burned pendulums of filigree,
through thermonuclear carouselambras of Fibonacci paparazzi and the
Slow Motion Architects at the bottom of the Yo Yo powered
Big Bang Boomerang of the Psychedelic Sea, where Teardrops tell tales of Semolina Pilchard
who fell Up the Eiffel Tower and into the heart of Lady Godiva
cresting in salted Spires upon the Dolphin's sunburnt windchime tongue,
at the place where ten thousand mud haired zombies
howl Shangri La and Other Hallelujahs of Rust that Nests in the Regress of the
Unforgettable Lexicon of
sorrow that turns laughter into laugh lines murmur memories of bubblegum
and gogh gogh gogh, van gogh gogh gogh,gogh, van gogh van gogh, gogh gogh gogh, until
Mother Goose loops a Mood Ring
of Rimbauds sun drunk chinese lantern through the Hair of the Feast that Leaves,
when Marilyn Monroe
wakes in the Wind Tunnel of the Quasilogical Sunburn
her smile laced with blue Parisian candlelight, the Kremlin spiraling in her Upside Down Eyes,
a thousand funeral pyres
of the Blue Light in the night, the parabolic arc where Dracula was born
and the Kingdom of the Eternal Nocturne, a broken Abacus shining like a child's toy
where in the Valley of the Chateau of Breath,
an Infinitely Anonymous Man has gathered the differential equations of Eden on the Third Day,
and a tarot of tattooed Wiccan Waitresses, their mouths like Trampolines on fire,
exude torchlit Orchids into a papyrus of phosphorescent metaphors
of the Orphic Promethean Toreador, the Scarlet Pyromania of Apostles
whose thunderclouds swoon in conga lines of Jungle Bongos the
weirdness pulsing in the sinews of a Woman's mashed potato powered Face
until the Queen of Unasked Questions whisks her lips into roseate tornadoes
and the ocean swings a silver saxophone across the surf of Love burnt Earth,
the juxtaposed integrals of a cyclic hurricane of non random random numbers
trampling Nine Thousand Modern Miracles and the Post Modem Muses into a phase space levity
as the Aria 51 sings a Phoenix Sphinx across the Jinxed Anarchy of a Non Local Rubicon
lurking twelve thousand infomercials inside a bowl of beggars gunpowder haunted soup
where the green bean flavored fairy enters the purgatorial Pentagon
disguised as an eye that Screams the Name of G-d on Mare Tranquilatum
tetragammatron of nonesuch converts Shangri La into the electrolytic esoterica,
as the starry night exhales the hieroglyphics Clitoris of the Ensorceled Emerald Void
The newspaper is a shroud of Embryonic Oscillations filtered through an eyelid colored straitjacket
wild brainstems screaming screaming polyphonic roadside bloodstained dandelion koans
through typhoons of heliotropic cubist entropy
until a leukocyte coils it's leonine gardenias
and bitch slaps the scowling demigods back into the hindbrain of an acrobatic whore
where the contortions of frog eyed gossip and the Cage of Raw Meat Mannequins
and Mouthless Babylonian Cosmonauts charge the star spangled Pandemonium
into industrial strength virgins with hymen churning like slot machines across the skull of
Mephistophelean peasant goddess just at the moment the
Post Robotic Toreador balances the multi-verse|
in the quasar squall of nonesuch at the heart of the Empress of the Hive of Holy Heaven
And the dead G-d inhales a Luciferian soliloquy, to the Lilies in the Field
and the Telepathic Visigoths chases Lemmings into the Belly of the Whale
until a grasshopper rolls it's ten trillion eyes across the candelabra of enchanted algebraic fire
at the edge of some broken sidewalk when Godot's tornado swoops
in white sea of Rimbaud's golden Roses and a serpentine valentine bursts like Brigitte Bardot
on toeshoes across the dimestore
birthing a masquerade of Zeus during the Zenith of the Sisyphean Zephyrs
as ten thousand seraphim whisper white noise into the Shaman's bioluminescent lie
just when Columbus gold dust tinted fingernails
send rainlike phosphenes quivering in hemidemisemiquavers through the bookstore that
harbors only shelves of unwritten books
and the exoskeleton of God is a garden of supernatural monstrosities,
where the Grandmothers grow wings and flicker into the Opera of Pyromania and Stardust
the Empress of Flame pirouettes across the chasm of daemonic chiarascuro,
Socrates heart shimmers like a Ouija board in the shadows of a Sidewalk,
apparitions of wildflowers chant the name of communion wafers
into a cauldron conaining the Last Drop of Wine of the Unforgettable Hell of Sleep
somewhere downstage center where Shakespeare's plumed eyelashes
are laced with mandrake scented murmurs of Ophelias' luckless summer tastebuds
and hamlet's bat faced boomerang whisks the empyrean tide
across the tangled cosines of the Machine that Ate Tomorrow
the bedroom opens like a broken mirror
revealing Medusa's tongue curled in rose petal gargoyles, thorns that
writhe with incantations of the thievery of birth, a woman's voice that scales the night into
a diadem of pentacles, the chakra of maleficent orchestrations,
Buddhas adamantine footprints paused on the surface of the Sun,
and the name of the nothingness, like ______ ______ ______ itself
balances ______ ____ _____ as the eye and the sky exchange vows of eternal telepathy
fractal arpeggios of the Illuminated Leviathan, , the Pharoah of poets, Arthur Rimbaud
washes Lucifer's heart with antediluvian phantasmagoria
serendipity spun quarks chant scarlet tanagers on chiracos of uncharted madness
twilight twisting its death wishes across the golden dawn and mandala of sephiroth
a jungle of juxtaposed luxuriance
feral laughter in the century of unfinished thought
spinning Crucified archangels on the Z axis,
when Hieronymous Bosch sings OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM ONOMATOPOEIA
paean ennervations of the Canopic Nix LOOPED in doldrums and the tantric cadillac
of hipster faced chameleons, their lipstick a cryptic whisper
the peacock mystic of of Lilith's exponential tryptich, a twelve tongued plunge into the cauldron of
memory and mirage ,
where starlit rastafarians charge the darkness of a starlings spark
into chromatic fevers of a hydrogen heart, the titanium cranium bristling with the photovoltaic insanity
of a frozen neon forests unfolding it's fingertips into antediluvian denouement , a disco of psychopathic debutantes
the lips laced with the fevered amnesia of megalomaniac obsessions
performing inhuman kabuki in the lycanthropic wolf Flowers; the cortex of existentialists howling
premonitions of the comet that has landed, glowing like a disco ball on the White House Lawn,
a flesh fueled flags billows the breathless ballads of einstein, the nursery rhyme of the Archangels,
variable theocracies oscillating
until mary poppin's umbrella bursts into flames of monsoon fueled illusions,
until semi imaginary Dryads churn philosophy ferns into the mythopoetic fibonacci
where twelve thousand Houdinis disappear into the Marvel and Magnificat of the Seamstress' mouth,
her pulse a drum circle of endless salvation, the footprints of a thousand Christs
tap dancing through the Stations of the Cross in the Cathedral of the Unknowable Unknowns,
the antechamber of voice
the silent moment of her awakening, a trace of salt on Her CHeek,
the enlightenment of absolute non motion, a triangulation in the starlight the
night before the day her Parents met,
and the moment that never happened, happens again, a butterfly neuron begins to assemble
the soil into ghost of a pocket calculator
just as an Acorn enters the daydream, a teardrop falling into the mouth of God,
crimson palindrome hunting themselves in knotted bacchanalian hieroglyphics,
history, a vagabond swallowing it's heart as the Universe extinguishes it's belief,
one pantheon at a time
at the exact moment Neil Armstrongs foot steps onto the Moon Linoleum, his toes tingling as Christ's footsteps on the Sea of Galilee
the rocketship turning the universe upside down
at the Moment of Infinite Weirdness
when spacetime converts the sacramental wine into a blue light of blushing polka dots
and the angels balance their eyes on the edge of an anvil colored mouth,
as if Time itself was not Happening
and the Serengeti erupts into a weave of optic fiber and lions sinews, the magic carpet
careening towards
a landscape of unfinished thought contained in the last ionic bond of a thoughtless stone,
moment by moment until the last moment the neologism of a new word, like the shriek of a jaguar on the cusp of a moon
enters the labyrinthine coils of an unborn being
where the Stories of the Stories that have escaped the imagination of an imaginary G-d
float like candles in the belly of the
Summertime sky, the first cloud of dawn, a silver faced dragon,
breathing ten million superstitions into whirlpools of transubstantiation,
the honey scented treetops,
the harpsichords of the Beings of the Green Now
swarm like eyeless across the surface of a lake
where a puzzle of sapphires and pearls, the coral reefs of electromagnetic logic
escape through the copse of a svelte velvet vertigo,
the vine that howls zephyrs of the enzymes of Night
through the holy grail of Human Mouth, the tornadic simplicity of an elephant heart
whispering a whirlpool of emotions, the first songs of Canaries, the last gasp of the Zoo Zebra
rumours murmured by the secret agents of the last maternity ward, at the end of time,
the sun setting
as a trillion gods disembark out of the spaceship of your left eye, the heavens
billow in by number phantasmagoria, Godot erupts in applause
and the prayers that remind one of footsteps you took into the ocean,
the everpresent WOW, a syllable of the Birdsong discovered inside the sleeping Egg sings
the First Song at the edge of a fire draped heart
whose wordlike multiverses purge the nostrils of the perfume of the Djinni of Eloquence
the verbs that crawl across the number line where an infinite number of zeros have discovered a golden apple
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