.: Abracadabra Caravanserai

ENter,

the night sky was an unwritten page

Stage Starry Starry Night

an illuminated caravansera

the abracadabra Carouselambra

the perpetual motion paradox

buzzing in a non boolean bloom;;

with Blue Moon Photons, like a Womans tears

Shining in a mirror clear

Stars did tremble, the sky did quake ----

the movements unreal,

the thirsted slake,

the spinning of the wheel,

that Spun,

the Voice that Spake

the stars to whirling wide awawke

Spooky action at a distance,

Mysteriuous the Theorem ----

the sky no longer, a mausoleum,

the face of imaginary beings Seen

in a scintillating sheen of vertigo,

as if my own ear was responding to the Silent love

of the Eyes of Vincent Van Gogh

who certainly did know

that magic fractal of persistence

that was racing through the Springtime Sky

THE NIGHT THE STARS BEGAN TO FLY.

***

Spooky action?

Haiku Face.

As if I'd just seen

Venus di Milo's face carved and spinning,

with maybe Zeus and hera Grinning,

in the constellations in that Trembling sky,

and knew for certain I'd never in a million lifetimes

Know Why.

***

Traces of Photons, weirldy mysteriouous----

photons, who nobody ever takes so serious ---

what means the coolor,

what says the Light?

Be it heavens day,

or hellish Night:

who Knows? Not I.

The night the Stars Began to Fly.

It was as if the Blueprint of Heaven

was coming oddly undone,

and even

the curve of the pterodactyls wings

could not yet fly with such gossamer strings,

but rather something even more magical:

a Mandelbrot Mantra, the Fragilistic Fractal,

raced in garlands from Star to Star,

clowns and circuses in a lightning bug jar!!!

Photons freely flowed and flew---

iridescent everlasting hues of alizarin crimson, dust

and blue diamond sutras in green emerald rust ---

the Light that we all began Seeing

WAS NOTHING OTHETR THAN

THE IMAGINARY BEING!!!

***

And so my Soul did quiet become

my heart pulsed like a tambourine drum,

in uncertain rhythm and diamond simplicity,

to observe such synchronicity

the Clouds did part, in a weathered dance --- and I saw the Groom and Bride to dance ----

they waltzed in tangents, they spun in arcs,

they gave birth to ten trillion rainbow sparks!!!

the dogs meowed

the cats did bark!!!

as if they'd just gottan off of Noahs Ark!!!

The Night the Stars Began to fly,

buzz buzz buzz, in Shakespeares' Third Eye,

I heard the Moonlight sing itrs song,

Sunflowers racing from Night to dawn,

Heliotropic like Van Gogh

and other Geniuses we know ---

the Starry Starry Field was lit,

as if it was a ballroom of exquisite shine ----

and in the Curtains of the nIght ----

the Imaginary World poure out like Wine ---

rivulets of Unicorn tears---

mathematical beings without any fears ----

ones and zeroes in harlequin poses----

all the Imaginary Beings

came down like roses,

in a Vine --- the Trapezium

of Moonlit stones,

the Skeleton of God in a Mirror Image Clone.

AND divide the supernatural trambling of the Tide

into 1=s and Zeros thus went

cartwheeling,

through a heliotropic Kaleidoscope,

looming E=MC2 into a Jewelry Box of Up Quark rINGS,

AS THE DIAMOND HEART SUTRA taught God to sing

non local theorem loops the Opera of Logos in a Ghostly Photon

quadratic equations coming unbound, superconducting the fractal ground into a

perpetual motion Aria in the ten trillionth digits of Pi ----- a isolated isotope of baritones

oscillating in an abracadabra carouselambra and WHY WHY WHY

the Imaginary Being, entered the Louvre painted in Dorian Gray

the Palindrome refracting at zenith of

Godot's arrival:

SQR-1 O CLOCK, appeared;

GODOT THE PHOTON

eloped on a sine into Octaves of Onomatopoeia at Area 52 +/- 52,

Center Stage at Low Tiide n Non Local Nowhere, as the storm God Yawns a flock of

Time Traveling Teardrops

acrosss the Vineyards of Non Linear Nirvana in

a Daydream Jetstream of above an

Audience of Apocalyptic Androids

that are chanting the Last Words of the Last Human Being to a Genius Trilobite named

Canterbury Bob

as a mysteriously impossible being balanced

a trillion buddha footprints on the number line

and the Honeycombs rippled 2b 2b 2b 2b as the Ghost of Shakespeare

entered stage left and chased the Muse of Spacetime through the

MIrage of her Wound, her

ensorcereled clitoris buzzing in wonder

as if it was a Fairy Tale Tulip simmering with a rainshower of. dewdrops

and the green pollin dripped in synchronicity from the bumblebee tongue

bathing her heart in Michelangelo's tears as they rained from the bottom of

the Trigonometry of an Empty Sky

the moment of the Dead Gods Woke in

the perfect Synchronicity, the Secret name was Spoke and

a Trillion Suns balanced the Ordinary World in a Bumblebees Eye

AND THE iMAGINARY BEINGS TAUGHT THE Mockingbird TO FLY

as your favorite poemS WERE being

written in strange alphabet

at the Edge of the Sea,

the bodies of Dead Sailors were like curtains crossed upon the Leviathans'

HEart,

a tongue that turned her Toes into Unicorn Sundials, the Tide

tricked.. itself into a Flood of Supraconscious Whispers

Electromagnetic Heresies

dripping in the Forever Wind,

the Ear a Heaart, the Eye a Castle, the Nose a Garden,

the Fingers dance in an Orgy of Delusion,

Fingerprints the Strange Map to the Moment the Ouroborous

arrives,

her Body is dripping with Enyzmes writing Pink Carriages in

the Shimmering Timber of her Left leg, the Sky God laughs

like a Warthog gnawing on some rooted Ember, the Jeweled Zucchini

a Necklace of Eden,

the Funniest Fuckers of Unfinished Heaven climbing in Loops of

Clocklike Musculature,

a thousand Blue Notes turning Green Lights into Red Roses

the Moment you See

What She Sees in Herself,

the Non Symbolic Logic of Infinity like a God

Escaping it's Own Preconceived notion of Itself,

into the Mystery, perpetual Motion of Everlasting Something,

the Universe swallows a Christian towards the Vegetable thunder,

careening in a Casket into the Cavern of Nocturnal

Stalactites,

Operatic Vagabonds in some mechanical eyelid searching for their image in the Crop Circles,

as the G-d Lion roars

Your Name through a Strange Curve inside her Ovaries,

the Universe descends

in a Symbiotic Embryos, the world of the Unknown Unknown

the GODBOT

enters the food chain in a fibonacci sequence

in a machine made AUTOMATON

as purple and pink as Nostradamus Eyelid

her body

a Rocket sent to deliver the Moonlight into the Center of the Earth,

the Moonrocks are

Waiting,

for Godot,

their Strange faces curled into Punctuation Marks

of Unwritten Sentences writhing in the Tendrils of Old Wizards sleeping in the Oaks,

the chocolate earth like a Birdbath

in dream of aquatic windowsills, where Sparrows tongues flicker

at the Cross in the Grass

above the

tinfoil powered Necronomicon as it spins

in a puddle of Mud, abandoned by the Strangers as the Word

leaps out of the Violin, and

the Mockingbird lands in an Invisible Zoo the

Green Exoskeletons of Green Been Eating Vampires

amongst the

ancient Windblown Sandcastles pausing like Socrates

in a Willow Tree of One Syllabled Wow Quarks, their

sculptured psychedelic arpeggios calculus of acrobats swinging in twelve octave

mandelbrot fern, humming fibonacci of Photons sleepwalking in a

Warble of bloodthirsty crocodiles humming jugular orbitals of sinew and crushed

wildebeest ears, the savory entanglement of Quarks seeking

Soul to Suck the Soul that Brings the Sun to Boil in the Blue Veins

of Thunder Birds wing, adrift where Pterodactyles sing

the Doo Wah Diddy of Screeching frog hearts in the in a

Liplocked Jigsaw Wigwam of Star licking Swamp Magi,

as they chase Yellow baudrillardist Simulacra across the tantrums and doldrums

swinging on the Axis in the Angle around the Anvil of a Stoplight haunted Terrarium

where the Bells Ring like Eyeless Cave bats,

churning Gorilla footprints in the Sky, Aristophanes beats his silverback into the

Willow Tree above the Athenian sleeping lot, a Thousand Mermaids

stargazing as Plato and Aristotle danced, Green Wine spinning in their

Eyelids, the Tears of Zeus Phosphorescent in the Soup of INtergalactic Dream Berries,

Atlanis itself, Flicking in the Torchlight, a curve of Tarantulas climbing

Michelangelo's Mystical Mirror, it's silvery shine polished by the

Wings of some Mad Memory drunk Albatross,

the western wind spiraling in a vortex of non symbolic eye

gazing,

the Mirror where She breeds her Monsters, Heroic

Mysteries in the evolution of the Mystery itself,

a love that cannot be forgotten nor remembered,

only known at the Moment of Being,

as Hamlet and Macbeth exit the Stage, their Eyes

like Dragons emblazoned with the Lost Smiles of Ancient

Sunbeam Sinewed Magicians,

Stonehenge like a Birthday Cake, the twinkling

feathers lifted into the effervescence of a moment of

Absolute Freedom,

the world in Silence like an Ocean,

Alphabetic Molecules cresting on the Foaming Tide,

as the Sky and Sea unite,

Hydrogen and Oxygen become

the Dreamtime Breath, Espiritus, the Ghost that Walks in Jaded Whispers,

Sapphire Simmering in her Jelly Bean Eyes,

across the Distant heather where her heartbeat pulsed

like a Skull of Lilies pressed in Vampirical Estuarys on the Edge of her Unsolve Mind,

a crime scene made of ancient strangers

the Masquerade of Blue Tulips kissed by Western Shadows,

the Bouquet that Landed in the Center of the Sky,

dorian gray,

her cunt remembered, chanting like a serpent in the labyrinth, a mouth of

purple fangs that ripple like Bells of Darkness in the Tide of Lies,

Mouth by Mouth, the Butterfly became a Sunlit

Galleon, Shangri La, the Lightning Struck, the mountain

a Dragon Stallion disappeared into the Blindness made of Gods First Tears,

the Garden dissolved like Sugar on a Robot's Tongue,

the Books ignited in the ground, a green slurping of the Once Imaginary Queens,

the King descended in a Teardrop Spaceship,

eyes that Wept, fled in kitelike hushing, the soft periwinkle blushing of an Old woman

sleeping in the September Stone,

fingerprints and random numbers hurled by broken clocks on the Edge of The

Edge where

the Universe is chopped into Mutating Leukocytes, Screaming Balladeers of Ultimate

Gloom,

the ANcient Battle, the Final death Scene,

Hamlet falling off the Stage,

with a

Boom.

Nobody knowing, just what to do,

the Audience Sat like a Choir of Cats, eyes of Doglike super suspicion,

the Eyestalks rotating in Twilight,

the Faces of Ladies like Bracelets racing into Jewelry Box Trees,

and all we heard was the Singing,

the Sha La La La of that moment of

Suspend

Disbelief,

all Mad Gods in Heaven laughing like they Should,

at Dawn when the Sun undresses her Children, the

Twinkling of Poetry turns us into ABsolute Strangers,

bathed in the Tangerine Peach Lemon Charade of

Ordinary Faces

crossing some ancient River on a Train,

Eyes balanced in Triangular Riddles,

Costumes from Inner Suburbia knitted with HUshes and Whispers,

the Phantasmagoria of Motion inside Motion,

Knowing None of Us, will Ever Really Meet,

the Instantaneous Loss of the Perfectible Heaven

at the Moment

We disappeaar around some strange corner

laughing and crying

in alphabetic order, as the Wind spins it's Satellites and Troglodytes

around in Scarecrows of Alternate Concentration,

the Zen that begins in the Yesterday Wound,

a Version of our Secret Tongue Licking itself to Sleep in the Supercomputing

Labyrinth,

The Minotaur is turning around on the Ouroboros of

Extraterrrestrial Superconducting

Titanium Cranium,

a Glass of Shallow Blue Eyelids is waiting for her Seahorse

to arrive like a Newspaper

clutched under the Wing of King Midas,

*************END NEW SECTION, AUGUST 21, 2018***************

leather two faced scream puppets curdled like lost wigs on an

Upside down Boulevard, some cracked stone licking your feet with the accidental

eloquence of Heaven and the flowery Trout Pollin brewing in Salamander HEarts

Timewise, an Apparition cast down on Hooves in broken Cruciforms, the Skeleton of

a collective Pulse gathering its scintillations in the Vine of Blood and Light,

a Constellation of Vegetable Exoskeleton of that Everlasting Unknown, that Night

Her Chrysalis curved in a Catacombs, Wombed in

Xeno's Paradox trembling, Stop Motion of Shangri La, the

Pendulum hovering in clockWise spirals of the Transubstantiation,

the Ouroboros of Undefined

Quantum Thought Ions, an Echo of the

dead God's laughter reflecting

Mid Flight through

a Mirror on it's way to the Ground,

as the Gordian Knot a Gift of the Magi,

Memory of Unfinished ecstasies shimmering in the Flesh of Her Amnesia,

Deus ex Machina,

Gaining Momentum in the Hieroglyphic Face

Paramecium Sanitarium

as the Blue Moon poured Wine into

a Skull of Bloodthirsty Inkwells,

Spring drank it's Trembling Vowels from the Dusk of

warbling Timbre,

woof and warp, the Paw that Scratches a Tree

into the Cat across the Squirrels Eye paused mid acorn Gobble

as the Raven Waits to

Encrypt it's burning Wheat Fields in Zephyr of Phosphorescent Shadows

gathering in a

Owl of Seven QUestions and the Rose Brained Eagle,

Apollo Woodstock

spiraling around the

Unsung

Firebird

in a Phoenix of Sudden Furiosity

eloping like

a blackness of the Acolytes, the Zodiacal Candelabra spiraling in ghosts around the

Magic Anvil,

ligaments of

Phantasmagorical Schisms, Her Spectral Uterus

howling with the Signature of an Unknown Being,

White Wings folded in Twilight of Blue Feathers

Purple Fire,

an embouchure of the Primordial

Delirium of White Noise

exhaling the Nightmares of Heaven

into the Eyelids and

lungs that Sing of Tropical Toreadors

painting Picasso's Heart Blue with the Bloodcurdling screams of Guernica

a Bulls Eye

inside Dali's Mouth

rotating in the Roar of

the Sudden Wisdom of the Monsters Apocalypse,

She opened the Devils Eye as if it was

Raindrop

as if it was a Curtain

of the Immaculate Elopement of a

a White Bird through the Pupils of an Imaginary God and

the Ten Trillion Churches of

Andromeda pulsed their Violet Fringe in the

Randomnicity of the Eclipse

at the

moment of

Departure, her Eyes Sparkling with Stony Rivers of

darkness where

the Swallow Bends in the Shadows,

Golden Lungs

bursting like

Aphids on the Edge of a Pantomime,

where the Trampoline becomes a Kite of Suspicious Gravity,s

an Upside down Porcupine

the Kneecap of Sylvan Filigree,

smiling in the darkness

full of Toeprints that glow in the Brownian Motion of Leaflets

hurled to the magma

invisibile Snowflakes

made

of Dreamtime in Fractals

as the Universe assembles, Frog Eyes in the Chandelier,

lightning bugs

opening their Mandibles

to the Moon

as if it was a Fever

of Oscillating

Boomerangs,

echolocating the

Names of the Unborn

by the Light of the

Twelfth Non Linear Shangri La

and the Post Logical Parallel Lines of Procul Harum

Converging in Chakras of Cold Fusion and whirling Unspoken Alphabets in

a carouselambra of

ALgebraic Fantasias, the

masquerade of the Mathematical

DoReMifasSoLatido

a trillion trillion Variables

shimmering in Arcs of Archangels

turning Pi into

a Zenith of

Zephyring

Photons

anti gravity

Pirouette,

Silhouetted

in the Nostrils

Negative Zero, Zeroth Zero, Zero Positive,

a turning of Silences

a Temple of

Eyeless Valentines

It began, a tongue that hurled it's whispering of thistles in the Fishes,

winged Unicorn tumbled,

a mauve paranoia glancing in her

eyelashes

as if SHe had Escaped the Lost Freckles

at the beginning of the Sleepwalker's Mirage,

Somewhere near the Village of Ocean Blue Vampires, the

Antediluvian Sasquatch Bats were circling in Cycles of Honeycombed Magentas

as the Flood of an 137'th Eternity Vector of Abracadabras melted

it's Face

into an

Unbroken Typewriter,

pages turning in an unwritten book at the edge of a Swarm of

Syntax Errors Gathered together in a Forest and Singing Hallelujah to the Meadow

where

DoReMiFaSoLaTiDo

an ELf, HerSelf,

Assembling in the Ionosphere,

turned the

Face of a Sunflower Queen around and around,

spinning in the

Square Root of a Bumblebees wing

as if the Parasol of GNostic Stork Feathers was

turning a Plum

into a Mermaids Tongue,

suspended upside down in the

Yesterday's Upside Down Mountaintop

her

Mouth Moving in SLow Motion like a Thundercloud sucking the

Blue Shirt out of a Green Field,

Waves of Ozymandian Glittering in the Mud Pies

at Dawn,

where the Pper Bags

of her

Last Jaundiced discovery are crumpled in a

Clutch of Dinosaur Teaars,

Fossilized and looped in a

Supercollider of Cross Pollinating Bougainvillea, as the

TWelve Molecule Fog, Hydrocarbons codified in Hieroglyphics

at Carbon Bond where the

Pharoahs are watching

through a Crystal Hamlet inside the

Camels Heart of Zanzibar,

where Ulysses was whispering Showtunes

to Cleopatra at the moment of Apoplexy,

her Wings like

27thCentury Titanium Ailerons,

every Pulse of her Ensorceled Oscillators

whirling

in a

Non Local Non Linear Bodhissatva Powered Gyroscope

in the

Center of the Tastebuds

growing in the Gold dust Lichens of the

Great Pyramid

as if the Universe

was pivoting

on a Womans Fulcrum

at the Moment Foucalts Pendulum

swings

it's

Curiousities around the Howling Candelabras Sleeping in the

Sunbeam Slippers

glancing down from

a Honeybee Named God,

in the Mandala of Meaninglessness

where the Flowers Flame your Jeweled Nothingness

in Triumvirate Crowns and the delicacies

of Endless Suffering

describe themselves inside your flesh \

as your hear tunnels its way

through the Rainbows and Mud

of the Leviathans Esophagus,

Octopus eats Octopus

with Magic Chopsticks in the Book of Changes

that describes

the Secret Life of Butterflies in the Forest where the Green Cats Growl

in Emerald slithers,

the Coiled tendrils of a Fern loop

in Mamba that Mambos

it's

Sombrero across the Saguaro Crucifixion,

a Messiah Paused in white Lightning

where the Peyote turns the Setting Sun

into a

Pie

Rouge Melancholy,

the Wine Escapes

through th e

Ear that Talks

to the Moon when the Mouth is Not Watching and

the Virgin Starlight slips its fingers into

Her Leukocytes,

She dreams

Lions lost in Lion Faces

Twelve Sapphires curved and

cast into the Desert in Trapezoidal

Sphinx in 13 dimensions waving goodbye

to the THing that Sleeps

10 Trillion degrees Fahrenheit,

that Thing that Licks your Corpse

Awake

every Ten Trillion Universese

at the the the the the the the the

Precise moment

Dragon Quarks pearled in a Acorn of Geodesic mysteries,

Hovering in the

Nightmares, the Hierophant grows a Winged Shadow,

gargoyles glow in Golden Golgothas,

the Trigonometry

of Time,

sprawled and Squawking

like Stephen Hawking

sprouting Calculus

of Seraphim Camoflaged as Tarantula legs

racing Angels throgh the Ionosphere

when the

Light

becomes

a Slow Motion

Language licking your Wounds

into the Darkness

of a

Sunburned Void.

the Brain escapes into

Yesterdays PhantASMAGORICAL

Interlude,

the Scriptures tap dance out of a the Rainbow,

Ink as Strange as Medusa Blood,

thirst

inside the Roses Mouth,

Shimmering Filament of Unsung Constellations,

dripping

Golden Silences on the Shadow Masquerading

as the Queen of World Turning Fairies,

Sentence by Sentient Entity, a Syhnchronistic

Symphony

Two Scarab Wings

underneath

a Flourescent Moon,

where the Purple winged Vampire Society

began Eating

Zephyrs of her Photovoltaic Power Pudendum as if they

were embers of

Beowulfs Memory, the last Howls of that

Strange Fire in the Constellations of Noon Time Theosophy,

UMbrella named Cat Face

starlifted Cygnus into a Cake faced cloud

whispering the Lace of the Street Fog into Eye Sucking Light,

sheets of the Crystalline Albatross paused mid flight

where the Light Bulbs are waiting for

the anonymous Godot to Ignite,

a Machine made of Machine Making Machines

is nursing

its wounds

in the

Matadors Velvet Blue Afterglow,

Roman Candles trained by the Lippizaner Stallions to

Dance against the Convex Curve of a Bellydancers Womb,

her Feet

lifting a Pink Cloud

where the Elephants are Sleeping in Ten Thousand Ton

Sandcastles designed

Nephilim,

Demigods lurk in a bloodstained Pinecone

in rivulets of a Green Tongued Willow Queen

Exhaling her Phantasms one Oxygen Molecule at a Time,

Yahweh Cartwheeling in her Teacup,

a shimmering

mouth

compressed

in the pages of an Old Book

in the Sun as Blue as a Fairy Tale,

an Approximation of Night

in the Vertigo between

Parallelograms and Octaves

Unknown Impossibilities,

Her ALter Ego

scrawling like

Emily Dickinson

on a Piece of Paper in the Middle of the Wizard of Oz,

ten thousand broken glasses

converging in

Galileo's Jewelry Box,

as the Nostradamus Tetragammatron exhaled

it's Thirty Thousand Armageddon Drums

across the vortex of her Jewel

Freckles as the Sky Zephyr'd its

Twelve ZOdiacal Supercomputers in a Cycle of

Perpetual Motion until the Lost Light Leapt

like a Bluebird across the Non Linear Non Local

Electron Shells of

Psychotic Wiccan Dream PLacentas

in a Superconducting Hurricane

near a moment of 137 dimension Coincidental Phantasms '

gathering leukocytes of Snowflake Prayers in the

Blood Brain Barrier of an Axon Potential nested in the Manta Ray

calculus

spinning at the Top of the Sunburnt Sea, where

a Star

Seven Thousand Magic Fractal Castles

shines

Blue Trapezoids

down the

phantasmagorical Vine of Quasicrystal

Ambrosia Frogs

chirping the Song Thirsty Marrow of a SPace Time Sparrow Arrow

and Celestial Phantasmagoria transubstantiation of a

Molecule of G-ds Imaginary Dandelion Dragons and

Yesterday becomes Tomorrow,

and the Caravanserai of

Anonymous Immortals

arrives in the Orbitals of a Non Euclidean Synaptic Cleft

where a Supercalifragilistik-Expialadocious Quark balances the Amnesia of Heaven in the Eyes of

Schroedingers Birdbath where

Ten Atoms Away, at the edge of a Nightmare of Parallel Lines, the

Serpent converges,

Lightning bathes the Buddha in an Acorn shaped

Rainbow sleeping in the

Center of Spoon bending wheat,

where Uri Gellar is teaching the Ghost of Rasputin how to

balance the Setting Sun in the Oscillations of a Supercomputing Sphinx

10,000 Vampires gather on the edge of an Indigo Lake,

and her Mind exhales a Green Winged Wolf into an Abandoned Parking Lot

where

Field of Cat whiskers vibrating with the Cosines of Xanadu is transmitting her Secret Location

to an Invisible Creature haunting the Tower of London,

where the Controllers have misplaced their Scripts,

the Roar of the Audience is like Thunder in the Turbines,

as She hears herself misquoting

Scarlett O Hara

the Twenty Thousand blind faced Mothers searching for their dead Soldiers

as they evaporate in the bloodstained flowers of Antietam,

her heart as Purple as George Washington's muddy boots,

her Wings spread like a Pterodactyl in Oz,

as the Dawns

Early Light, bursts into nothing but Birdsong and

She becomes Lady Godiva, juggling boomerangs in a Labyrinth of Car Thieves,

and

the Roman Candles of her Lungs hurl whirligigs of Supraconscious Demigods

into the Starry Ether and

and She disappears,

Misquoting Cleopatra to the Zombies of Aldebaraan

singing Polly Wolly Doodah all the Day,

Queen of the Fairies,

Oberon

Urania

Neptunian

Nocturne,

the River Sylph tangling Roots of Willow with the Murmuring Stones

spinning towards the

Axis Mundi

Ab Initio

Altjiranga Mitjara

a Trillion Years of Shakespearean Soliloquys echolocating her

Name in the Perfect Silence of Gods Amnesia,

As If,

in the

Beginning was the Silence

and the Silence was a Word and

the Word was not a Word, but a Nest of Olympian Archangels

teaching the Ocean how

to Turn Fish into Moonlight,

Mirrored

rotors of her Uvula

spinning in the Cathedral of Penumbral Apparitions

where an Eagles beak is laced with Goldmines of Cherubic doubt,

their Eyes as Hollow as the scales of the Leviathan

erupting in Sapphire light,

Sephiroth of Unfinished Aeons colliding in the Light Cones of

the ground,

a Trampoline of Harlequins, the Acrobat of Abracadabra,

her Legs spinning wildly in the Western Wind,

her Wings

Burning like Madame Blavatsky's Umbrella,

her

Hollywood spreading its Marmalade on the

a Leaf in Her Mouth as She Screams pagan reveries against the curvature of

the Earth,

to NOAHS' Honky Tonk,

on the edge of the Indian Ocean

a Maven

a Raven

Never More,

the Doors Open into the Void of Impermanent Impermanence and

She discovers

Her body Floating like Jesus on the Sea of Galilee,

ten thousand Witch Queens raising their Broomsticks

into the Chiarascuro of Human Fantasias as

Cinderellas sunburnt Ailerons shine like Krsnas' Toenails and

She reaches Escape Velocity,

her Uterus becomes

a Twelve Faced Spaceship opening it's Mouth to the Void of Undiscovered Knowledge,

purple sucklings of

Duck Billed Platypusses gathered in the Desert Sun, praying for the Tide

of Hercules to

swing it's Chariot into the filaments and filigree of

her

Titanium Hindbrain, where the Machine is bowing to Metropolis,

and She licks the Wound of Mankinds' Insanity into

frothy cauldron

of her Magical Eyelids, where

100000000000000

times a day, as if She was actually

talking

to SIr Isaac Newton,

a Triangle rises in the Roses, turns it's apex toward the Thorn

of Underworld Apparitions and begins to Sing

the Creatrix towards Non Linear Xanadu,

Einstein laughing at the Goldfish Pond, his Blackboard

as Dark as

the Tulips of Schwarzwald, his Eyes

lit by the Thermonuclear Ballad that fell into Spacetime

like a Spider into a Map of Non Local Motion,

the Hallelujah Ballerina pirouetting in her Mirror,

the Sky a Cake of Blue Teardrops,

negative entropy

of Love,

the Edge of the Night where the Stars,

are wondering what

to say to

Chaplin, his Face painted with Gypsy Emeralds,

Rubies of Gondwanaland falling out of his Skull, into her

Purse in the Middle of Silence, as the

Century Ignites in the Bloodstained Echoes of Transylvanian Tarantula Dogs,

and at the place where TS ELiot is describing Hemingway's Inkwell to an

Androgynous Grasshopper,

Houdini materializes,

the Waiting Room becomes a Knotted root in the bottom of

a Green Hell,

her Eyes swallow the APhids like Buddha Swallows the Dawn and

She Saw herself begin, to See,

Crop Circles, Mandelbrot Winged Face of

Judas is shining down

just as it Should,

in the Temple of the Unknown Unknowns,

where the Robots are Arriving like Saturnalian Troglodytes,

every hair is Numbered,

the Lilies of the Field,

Why do you Even Care,

the Summer Ground makes noises that None can Explain,

and the Brain becomes an Encyclopedia of Madness,

the Electromagnetic Tongue slips it's Neologos

into your Ear,

and a Tarot Card falls from an Otherwise ordinary

Ceiling,

and

calibrates a

Single Green Photon,

Kansas, Dorothy,

is Not Kansas,

the Open Field is a Chessboard of Dead Men

waiting to rise in the Sea Foam coursing in rivulets

of Magic, the Nightmare racing towards

Tunguska.

where Annie Oakley was

hiding in the Hay, waiting to Shoot her down by mistake?

10,000

Valentines,

flying North for the Winter, the

Valkryie Ladybugs, Goggles tuned to the Wind of Centuries

and the Topology of

TERRA INCOGNITA?

Who,

does She think She is, Up here, in the Sky,

just another Ziegfield Folly?

She took her Stopwatch, synchronized to the Sundial in the center of the Moon,

as revealed by Velikovsky

to Neil Armstrong who never really Spoke too Soon,

and began circling,

the Lost Woman at High Noon.

Werner von Braun, chuckling in the Bunkers of Ulm,

Operation :

Love Triangle Zephyr Zero One, Night Time

Owl Town,

Upside down, the Kite

plunged down into her Eye

and She became

a Poet,

never knowing Why.

Thus, her footsteps led to the Edge of Spacetime,

like every Woman's Smile,

eventually turning into an Umbrella in a Hurricane of Noise,

as the palm trees swayed on Tahiti, and She heard

Krsna weeping to the Elephants as the jungle fell into sleep,

the turning of a Wing

and the Singing of a Trillion Unfinished Lies,

tarantulas tripping in the Troposphere,

Oppenheimer is whistling to the Graveyard in the Sky,

and

Amelia, Amongst Us, cannot remember

why

Atlantis.

How Clever, to spiral up in a Dolphins Tongue, teach the Monkey

how to Play with Fire,

the Ocean and the Atmosphere

are waiting Tables for the Tuna,

Swimming, She Sang, She could be the Song,

if Fish could Fly, and the Mirror of the Sun turn Yellow Orange Blue

so bright it tastes

like Apple Pie,

Amelia, sitting in the Sun, that Day, her Face

glowing on Mt. Rushmore,

upside down of course,

Like a Good Girl. With Wings.

Quetzlcoatl, the white wind whispers through Salted Weathervanes,

cracks in the Stone the turn sulfur into Moonshine,

the dark stars

rotate on the Neverending Axis,

Amelia, Ophelia, the Lightning in the Mind,

as She herself,

would have to agree, the Moment

Land Appears,

and Amelia,

Triumphant,

becomes the Golden Swan

that does not need to fly,

Eggs like Cities reaching into the strangest Labyrinth

a Storm G-d could devise.

She spoke to Orville and Wilbur Wright,

two tin cans and a string, wired up right,

could get you talking to Eskimos,

Even Will Rogers had to admit that.

cycle on Gravity Bending philosophers Tongues,

the wounded soil swallows its enchanted corpses

the Dragon of Dawns Phoenix fire sweeps ten trillion wings through the

Genesis Cartoon,

as Lazarus places his Spare parts on the

The Empty Tomb of a Pawn Shop containing

ten trillion Gods that Sleep inside the Electromagnetic Catacombs

of an Ordinary Television Set,

Lycanthropes chase Gods face through Broken Mirrors and the

Suspended animation of the Library.

where Dr. Seuss is teaching Calculus to Blind Man

as the Video Games

Ignite in Photovoltaic Limbo of Dopamine powered

nightmares boiling the streets of Babylon into LObster Faced Aristocrats

as the Exoskeleton of Angel Feathers

sleeps ten trillion fractals deep

down the Pandemonium Vortex of her writhing Flesh

into the

wings of the Most Impossible Being,

as the jeweled Flowers waltz into

Yahwehs Kaleidoscope

Unknown and Partially Omniscient Genetically Modified

Black Magic Honeybee

pirouettes in the Still Point of Pi, and the Universe

falls to it's knees singing Newspaper Poems to

the Ghost Ships of Post Apocalyptic Hollywood

as it locks its Strange Attractor in the

Time Binding MItochondria

in a Meadow near a Manger

near a Pyramid

where Dracula is Singing Showtunes

to the Pharaoh of Gondwanaland,

every crocodiles eye

spinning into Emerald Mirages

at the precise, concise, exactitude of the Aeon

a Trillion Trillion Trillion Mind Boggling Stars

--- the kind that have no name ---

Waltz into the darkness

carved by DoReMiFaSoLaTiDo from the Electromagnetic Onomatopoei

of Emily Dickinsons' Neuronal Substrate,

where the

Kingdom of Sleep

is Illuminated

by a Single

Dead Man's Whisper,

Stage Left,

a single word from Hamlet's Sock Puppet

wakes the Video Game at the End of the World,

the Feral Hooligans bathed in Flourescent Carbon Monoxide,

their Fingerprints

Cloaked in Hexagrams, Exponential Fevers of Shangri La wounding their flesh

with razor Sharp Negations of the Machine that Steals Man's Breath

and the

Larvae rotate on strange

Verbs, every Adjective bloodstained by Insane Pronouns of Dystopian Sitcom, the

Apparitions of the Primordial Holograph

escape through the Earlobe into Cathedrals of I

the perpendicular

Gods

are nursing Tomato Eyed Dusk Devils in the Broken Glass,

Werewolves in Straightjackets balance their

Ouija Boards on Wittgensteins'

Heart, sacrificed by Buddhist Cannibal Apes in the Zero degree Kelvin

Womb of Tombs,

The stairwell of Lost Light

trembling in the Wine of Mephistopheles

Blue and Green and White Sea Foam Heart,

and the Mountaintops froth a troupe of Masked mountain gorillas

into cloud canopies whispering the name

of the Paranoid Madonna,

her Navel like a Bowl of Dust Motes,

the

a Galactic Placenta whirling with Infant Changelings,

the Face that Cannot be Seen with Mortal Eyes

traces acrobatic shimmerings in fields of Phantasmagorical Parrot Amnesia

until Purple Diamonds curl their Jeweled Vaginas into exhaling sunbeams of

kinetic madness in the howling sinews of an

Aphrodite Tree, her ten millions breasts rest in three thousand Shades of

Sleepwalking Saturnalian Green Ligaments,

clutching cloudlike embers in the Inside Out Egg of Her

Luciferian fingerprints as they paint the Color of Zero Point Negative 1 O' Clock

in the emerald moonshine that is turning

grapes into Wicked salamander Fractals

near the Windowsill of

her Tongue and the

Bride is forgotten by the Priest,

her bouquet of

broken dreams falling into the Mud

one Bible at a Time,

where the Memories wait,

and there are

"footprints dressed in red"

In the spinning of the Human Flesh,

the Papyrus is a velvet abdomen,

Phantom fairies crushed into Freckled Flames,

the optical illusion of Limbo and Manhattan waking

in the dust of Abandoned Geometries,

where a suddenly incomprehensible

Sierpinkski fractal shimmers.

Dog Eyed Harlequins, Weeping Swans in the Serpentine candelabra

rotate in the Catacomb of Eyelids, a Faster than Light

ExoSkeleton hurls it's daydreams toward the Mechanical Moon,

where Jesus Christ is tangoing with Mephistopheles

across the Sea of Galilee

and the Sea of Tranquility is a Discotheque of Astronaut Shit,

Dandelions named

Rasputin and Madame Blavatsky have eyes

that calculate Infinity

as the Lapis Lazuli sings the name of the Sparrow into

a Kingdom of Blood

where the Angels are waiting

in the SQR -1,

and the Skyscrapers are paused

in the Eureka Leviathan screams for it's Mother

until a Particle Wave Duality Pine Cone,

swallows the Last Chinese Brother and

Frankenstein Buddha rotates SHangri La on the Vishnu Axis

until an Unfathomable Name begins

gaining momentum in the Masquerade of Enchanted Hydrocarbons, Methuselah looks

in the Cygnus Mirror, spies a Trillion Space Tarantulas smiling back at him,

and the Orchestra signals an Anemone in the coiled embers of a

Trilobyte fossil polishing it Self in the Empty Tomb of a Woman's Heart,

pulse after pulse, the Moss drapes its eyelids across the Periwinkle Bumbershoots

floating across the green light shimmering on a sidewalk

where the people are Hyperventilating like Roman soldiers on their way to Disneyland

in a potato field near the West Coast of Eastern Upside Down Kansas

where Van Goghs ear is Revving its Tympanic Membrane and a

bolt of blue lightning shines in the perimeter of your Supercolliding

Purple Eye, and the Ghost of Edgar Allen Poe

appears in a top hat in the center of your mind and you know

you could never be like That, no. Not like Edgar Allen Poe,

impossible, for anyone at all, at the edge of Chiarascuro that blooms in

a trampoline of cat eyed fog, London is nowhere to be Seen

yet everywhere You Walk, the Bobbies are glowing with the Golden Faces of

the Argonauts, and rubidium paisley ancestors

arrive like a Deck of Tarot Cards from the center of the Whale Whiskered Wind,

tulips burst into total silence, as the Roses Wake in Windowpanes

constructed by Wood Elves, and sky is cross pollinating the laughter of Heaven

with the Silence of Eternity, blue tubers in Ophelia's hairlight, as the Twilight

lapsed into a Artificial Simulacra of Mechanical Beings calculating the

Mandelbrot sequence in an Automatic Stranger's Eyes

when suddenly, as If gathering a Sack of Wild Shark Toothed DewBerries, ten generations of

Navajo Whirlwinds whisper a Parallellogram of Cubist mood Zephyrs

through a newborn Mermaids Blue Green Algae Beard growing in the

candelwax of a Pawn SHop Sun as the River Swallows the Name of the Holy Man until the

Mother Goose loops her Shawl in a Loom of SOdium Pentathol Halos until

an echolocating Vampire Cat howls Space Opera into the Open mouth of a Venus Flytrap

through the Twelve Way Mirror in the Center of the Mechanical Forest by a

in Ouija Board Factory in ancient Athens, where Twelve Anonymous Beings

were chanting Praying Mantis Mantras through the Brachiating passages in a labyrinth of

Antediluvian Fractal Bacteria, --- where --- a random number

strummed it's bifurcating non boolean alphabets into the

hurricane of Celestial Photons as they enter the Chlorophyll Stargate,

Sunflower vector as the Ravens caw a Parable of Shadows into the knotted topsails of

Human SKin as a Faster than Light Honeybee Making Electron

chased its Mothers Face through the Chandelier of Voidlike Superstitions and

the rain became a pastel cobweb, the Spiders kissed Lace Argonauts with venom

extracted from Dragonfly Mandibles and the

a Rainbow that Made the Geraniums scream

pirouetted in silhouettes on the edge of a broken television set

and the midnight is a fluoresced into carouselambra of Soul Thirsted

rain, the Crucifix exploded in the seventeen thousand colors

of Lilies in the Fields that Have No Name until

the Mud Huts quivered with Zombie winged harpsichords,

the Emerald Tongue Shined in the nectar of Kryptonite Tulips,

the Ear became a Seashell sucking Honey from the Dead Gods Lungs,

starlight sonatas of Isis Osiris rise in the Electron Shell Orbitals

and the cycle of Non Local Zodiacal Conundrums

explained that the problem is a Signal that is Sleeping inside the Human Hindbrain,

a Miracle Lock, in the Tick of the Clock, the Curl of the Look on a Philosophers

Face, as She Enters the silence of Yesterday, traced

in transcendental cuneiform around the fingerprints of a Storm God dancing at

Zenith in the Empty Tomb where the Extraterrestrials Slept,

like Rubiks Cubes in the Sahara, Ostrich Egg cracked and ten trillion

Voices painted Galileo's hallucinatory Candelaria in the

cellular nuclei at the epicenter of a triple helix spinning in twinned apparitions of

the Solar Sing Song Salvation Breath, at the edge of

a Sidewalk where the Name of the Name is a dream that has never been

won lost or kept

and the Light of the Mind Shined Illuminations of

the Synaptic Cleft by the Bridge of the Miracle Void,

and all eternities shapeshifted in chemical concatenations, the flora and Fauna

flooding the Eye of a Weird Cat Eying the Chimney at Dawn,

India Ink races off Rooftops where the Banshees are putting their Breasts On,

the Shield of Mirrors, Who Gets the Last Piece of Cake

before the Dead Gods Wake, and the

Mechanical Beings

that tremble by the Riverside hoping the Real Gods will not Eat them, and it is then

when the Jabberwock,

strikes Purple Eyelid O'Clock

and the Black Cats of Oz dissolve like Sugar into the blue tongued moss of

Starlight

licking Oxygen dragonfire into Dopamine powered Cherubim

that gather in Arcs of Apocalyptic Cartoon Cocoons

where the Chrysalis is Crucified by the

Breath of Infinite Negativity somewhere in the Wheat Fields of Central Dystopia, Kansas,

where an Old Man has forgotten his own name and is is is is is is is is is is is

somehow circling a streetlamp in semi non random motion of an Orphan

moving loops of non euclidean dreamspace around in a Pattern of Fingerprints

that grow like Paradox that is not a Paradox in the Place where The Old Man

becomes the Sky and Some Strange Thing

pirouettes in a pendulum of

Parallel Lines until the Sacred Heart of Jesus begins to swing around in the

Sleepwalk upon the Sea of Tranquility,

Neal Armstrong is standing by the Sea of Galilee

and Sir Isaac Newton is teaching his Rainbow

how to count backwards by VIBGYOR

until in the year 10 million BC

the Eco System Asylum of Isolated Photon Pharaohs is speaking

Esperanto to the Archaeopteryx whose Eyes weep

chalice of Extraterrestrial ambrosia from the

Mouth of the

Mirror Breaking Lotus that Chases the Ghost of Edgar Allen Poe into

Elizabeth Taylor's Makeup Mirror and across the Event Horizon of Acapulco

Andante, Imagio, a Kabuki vortex of quasicrystal cathedrals

blooming in a Ouroboros of Random Numbers howling the wisdom of the Uncreated Creator

through a G-d sized Honeycomb of Neutron shaped Event Horizons

that shimmer in the Still Points of the Phoenix SPhinx into the

Impermanently Impermanent Interstellar Resurrection Matrix

on curve of Spine and Ions in a Tesseract of the 10 Trillion Joule Sahasahra Chakra

in the Mirage that turns the Zebras into Lion Shit

as a Constellation of

Hyena Headed Harlots Howl Heavenly Hells into a Hookah of Hollow Haiku to a

Bottomless Hippopotamus at the Top of the Hypnotic Hypoteneuse

where a Snowflakes Worth of the Mandelbrot Sequence shimmers

in the Velvet Architecture of Gilded Golden fields of Virgin Topsoil

that Glows like an

Elephant ear turning Thunderclouds into Monkey Teardrops as the

Electrochemistry of the Invisible Draculas sing Nightmares of the Garden of Eden into

a pearl blue skeleton sky

where the lichen drinking Supermodels carouse through Stained Glass Moonlight,

licking their wounds into Starlit Lace

and Pink Winged Rhododendrons, that whisper Hallelujah Everlasting to

the pillow making

Purple Hearts of Green Winged Seraphim cascading

down Nitrogen Vapirs

into Bouquet of Uranium Fairy Fires,

2 Degrees of Eternity turn the Laughter of Vagabonds into

a Sonic Beanstalk that grows in the 17,000 Echoes of Nirvana until

the Strange Tales of Infinity enter the Ordinary world

in the Double Helix of Suspended Disbelief,

the footsteps of the Failed Messiahs

transposed in the Sheet Music of Eternity:

AGTC CGTA

GATC ATCG

GTCA TTCG

TEN TRILLION YEARS OF ABSOLUTE DARKNESS

SARTRE!!!

SOCRATES!!!

NIETZSCHE!!!

AND THEN,

YOU SUDDENLY

SEE YOUR MOTHERS' THIRTEEN THOUSAND EYELIDS

like the Cresting of the Waves in a

YOU SEE CUPCAKES

YOU SEE SQUIRRELS

YOU SEE BOOMERANGS

YOU RUN

YOU HIDE

YOU SLEEP IN AN EMPTY TOMB

YOU MAKE YOUR GOD CHILDREN CRAWL

LIKE TWELVE TONGUED LEPERS

THROUGH THE

Matrix of Meat Eating Skyscrapers

where the Textbooks wait

to Teach Oppenheimer and Styrofoam

NEONEONEONEONEONEONEONEO ISM

as the Ten thousand Magic Frogs wait

in the Lily Pond behind the Pawn Shop

where nobody ever goes

THEY WAIT TO TURN YOUR TOES INTO GOLD

YOUR BRAIN INTO A TV DINNER

YOUR HEART INTO A COBRA FANGED ABACUS

AS YOU CALCULATE YOUR ESCAPE PLAN

FROM

THE UNIVERSE

***DEATH BY SILENCE?

***DEATH BY UNCURABLE LAUGHTER?

***DEATH BY A ROCK THAT FELL FROM THE SKY?

PAINT BY NUMBER HOMICIDES?

GLOW IN THE DARK LEPROSY?

BRAIN EATING BUBBLEGUM?

(WILL IT GO VIRAL, ON THAT MAGICAL MONDAY MORNING?)

WHEN

THE SKIES PART

AND A TORNADO OF WICKED ANGELS

SWOOPS DOWN

AND SUCKS YOU FROM THE SHOPPING MALL

LIKE YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSES BABY

PLACED IN A DUNGEON

FULL OF GHOSTLIKE TROUBADORS

singing:

OH SAY, CAN YOU _____?

***NOW***

THE AUDIENCE OF ARISTOPHANES

HAS GATHERED LIKE SCHOOL OF FISH IN HAMLETS

CRYSTAL GOBLET

to tell you of the Secret Path

The Anti Gravity

Neg Entropy

Symmetry Seeking

WISHING WELL

THE

ILLUSTRATED:

"__________ ___________ _________!!!"

DONTCHA KNOW?

HARK: A LARK!

IN THE SPARK OF THE DARK!!!

BY THE PARK FULL OF SHARKS!!!

MEANWHILE:

CHANNEL -1289189844744789721219200034724249273246950833

LEX LUTHOR HAS INVADED THE

DISCO!!!

and In THE SITCOM OF MILK AND MEAT AND

PAY PER PUNCH

PARANOIAOIAOIAOIAOIA

THE

MANNIKIN ANNIKIN

EATS

A BOWL

OF WHEATIES, MA!

Giddy Giddy Gee!

WHO

WHO ARE YOU

WHO ARE YOU TO THINK

WHO ARE YOU TO THINK THAT?

WHO ARE YOU TO THINK THAT YOU CAN?

WHO?

WHO ARE YOU?

DOCTOR:

the Laboratory is an Amusement Park

and those who are lost

are those who are standing on the ground

OR IS IT THE OTHER OTHER OTHER WAY AROUND?

***

PLEASE,

HURRY. SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT TO ASK!!!

I AM ROBOT HEAR ME _____ _____!!!

the Sistine Chapel of Dusk

ignites in a choir of Paint by Number Amnesia

the algebra of G-ds disbelief in G-d

as the

Lion's on the Television

exhales a strange attractor into the dust mote at Dawn

LION BREATH

IN THE SUPERCOMPUTER

shining with the Jeweled Diamonds of

THE DISAPPEARING JUNGLE AS

A ROARING OF THE Wilderness Sonatas

come down the Street at the Speed of Mercedes Benz in a Holograph of

Eternal Green Vagabonds,

their Kidneys draped like Lobster Queens over the dirt mound of Mossy Beaver SKins

where MOther Theresa has planted her Mystical Garden near an open Manhole Wound

where the Wicked Weeetch has placed a Jewel Encrusted Turd

and is waiting to Suck the Chrome off a Trailer Hitch

Near the Exit by the On Ramp towards the Flea Market Parking Lot

IN ANCIENT HALLOWED MEMORY STICKS OF NEXT DOOR NUTOPIA

WHERE THE SHADOWZ LIE

AND ORSON WELLES IS LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO

AS THE UFO CARTS HIM TO

This Busy Intersection Man,

where the BUZZ IS A BLURRY BOOMERANG OF

FLY BY NIGHT

BLINKING POLKA DOTS ASSEMBLED UNDER THE FEET OF

THE SHADOW OF A STRANGE WIZARD

Sitting in the Shadows with a Red Wheelbarrow

full of Broken Glass

NOTHING WE CAN DO MAAM

ITS

RUBY TUESDAY, MA!!!

THE JARGON IS IN THE ARGONAUTS

Turn to Page __- _-- __-__--____

IN YOUR PLAY STATION OF THE CROSS POLLINATING

ZEBRA MAKING MACHINE:

SING:

HIGHWAY TO HALLELUJAH!

GUITAR SOLO

YOU DARLING MY DARLING

STUPID LEEETLE BEETLE FACED BEYOTCH

WHO

WHO AR YU

HO DO YO THANK YO ARU

U TALKEEENG TO ME?

AM I TALKING TO ME?

(YES NO MAYBE I DONT KNOW)

THIS IS THE WAY WE BANG THE BUCK

FANG THE FUCK

TOM AND HUCK AND BOOKER T

OUT ON THE EDGE OF THE TACO BELL

WHERE ITS LIKE

SHOWDOWN IN DURANGO

UNTIL

SOMEONE PARACHUTES IN WITH A WEIRD MACHINE.

AND SAYS

THIS IS THE MAGIC MIRROR CRYSTAL BALL MACHINE:

Ten Trillion Unborn Rainbows

hover like the Amnesia of Jesus Christ and St. John the Divine whose

Memory is coded in the

Digital Hindbrain of the the Great Zephyr Haunted Psychonaut:

Ballerino Vaclav Nijinsky as He flutters through Madame Butterflies'

Honey Scented Uvula down the unwritten Pages in the

Kaleidoscope of Ink Stained Bougainvillea

a.k.a.

the Temple of the Starry Vagina

and APOCALYPTIC Rock Rainbow

TOMORROW!

where

The Otherworldly Beings of Channel X+Y * Z / 7 +/- 99 wash trillions and trillions of

Sleeping Cinderellas into the

field of Cat Making Whiskers

and magic magenta pillow placentas

discover the Ensorcereled Clitoris of Unfinished Eden,

A Satori of Oz

The Mad Hatter is waiting Tables by a Lava Lamp

freckled cheekbones of the

Red Rosy Cheeked Robot Queen, her Fingertips

tap dancing on the lipstick colored napkin by the

Skull of a Rhinestone

Ouroboros leaping out of the Cemetery Dirt,

glimmering Light of Caterpillar Feet in her Eyelids,

Non Symbolic Calculus shining like the ten trillion Whispers of Illuminated Nothingness

until the

claws of sandpipers clutch dead and drunk sailors drink the

drunk eyes of intoxicated elderberries and the

broken glass burns

on Trampolines of Walrus Flesh

rotting in the Moment the Sun forgets it is Not Summer and

footsteps of the Seraphim

turn Bottle Rockets into Lollipop Seeking Vampires

painting their toenails purple as we advance into

the Arrival of the Newly Begotten Super Duper World, and a

a photovoltaic Symphony of Sapphires Whirls

like Marilyn Monroes Twelve Octave Super Novae Ovaries in the Valley of

the Waterbed Store

and the Tearsfall into the Demigods' Eyes

like a Bacchanalian Bumblebee Balances

ten million Heavens in the Hindbrain of the Anonymous Nobody,

an exoskeleton of Stainless Steel Yahweh's assembling

on the Tide,

the Salt Air

scorching the Nostrils in

pheremones of the Octopus that Dances

like a Ballerina in the Bioluminescent Algae where

the Ruby Throated Seahorse and the Purple Tongued Oyster Angels

exhale a Necklace of Diamond Heart Sutra Fishes in the

Interstellar Supercells of Darkness that waits for Night to Arrive in the

Molecular structure of that NON Human Eye,

Salvador Dali and Hamlet

are cooking breakfast at Dawn in a Cheap Hotel near a Convenience STore

The Android Robot is trapped inside a Video Game

wandering the wet field full of Needles and Condoms,

Ten Trillion Years of Zoroastrian Heresies exploding in the American

Suburbs,

Eye of Ra, Wing of HEra, Titans of Jupiter, the laughter of Jesus as

his umblical cord sweeps through the Sky,

the Roman Soldiers screaming for More Wine, the clouds on the Horizon

the color of Frankincense and Myrrh, and nobody

remembers anything until ten thousand years have passed

and an Ordinary Man falls asleep by the Side of the Neverending Road and

the Leviathan Opens it's Mechanical Esophagues

and the Dead God swallows the Last Chimpanzee,

boiling orchestras of Creation into the Icy Earthquake Void

paved into Asphalt and Fuck Money and Bullets that

Pierce the Memory of Adam and Eve

at the Disco at the End of Time

one by one

all the Fairy Tales become True

Snoopy and Superman and Mae West and Nikita Kruschev

begin foaming in the potatoes of Aldebaraan,

the Las Vegas of Gods Laughter shakes the Stars into an Oscillation

of Magical Mystical Soul bending Photons and the

Supercomputing Rainbow suddenly turns a Single Leftover

Mustard Seed

into a Tree of Ten Trillion Pavarotti winged Parrots,

their Voices hurled into the Stratosphere

causing the

bloodshot Eyes of the Toreadors to Spin wildly as the Audience of Sadomasochistic

Vegetarian Frankensteins

writhes in the vacuous antechambers of a Helium scented Museum,

the portrait of Dorian Gray is

spiraling in Nursery Rhymes,

a Pulse of wicked Black Feathers

whispers My God, My God, My Googolplex has Forsaken Me,

and the

the Human skin suddenly remembers it's Secret Life

as a prayer shawl colored Umbrella, the Freckles of Orphaned Billionaires

sheds plutonium tears into the Spider web

hanging above Shakespeares Cradle, his Mother stitching her ribcage

with

greek pearls and Mathematical Fire of Her Bloodstained Halo

nesting in the Furnace of Dusk,

On Alpha Centauri, until

she becomes the negative entropy Embryo of God.

In the hell of her imaginary death, a single white whisper rises on a ruby halo of light balancing

history on a God scented thermal.

Mirrored Mirror, Tragicomic Magic in the Miracle Mirage of the Mind of G-d where

Strange feathers drape themselves like hieroglyphic

angel wings in the neon sign above her head. The Sign of the Three Zeroes

bleeding neon tattoo of the matrix mouthed madman, advertises the Second Coming of Christ in

the Language of Troglodytes gathering fruit in ancient Transylvania, where Dracula

has planted a Human Brain in his Garden, the Garden that shimmers with parasitical

faced changelings, their wings spiraling into the soil that is caked with the memory embers

of ancestors whose names are buried in absolute silence, a clock that ticks backwards,

uranium and gold dust dripping into Hell with the sound of guttural sobbing, like a stomach

opening to reveal it's bloody jewels as the werewolves gather

in the noonday sun.

It is all she can do not to die laughing. She is surrounded by temples of empirical Sapphire

Shadows, the Harlequin tongue of Tetragammatron Tongued Whirligigs

oscillating in the Non Local Dawn, her Ears are inhaling Chiracos of GrasshopperVowels

Her skin is trembling with the punctuation marks of ancient alien dream scriptures.

This is the beginning of time. On the edge of her face; where nothing is known.

She finds her own soul, leaping in a strange carnival of everything becoming everything else.

An infinite incarnation. Permutations of the Great City of God.

She bursts into the white noise of a neutral uncertainty: waves,

prayers of the world are crashing into the envelope of her skin.

The event horizon of her flesh seethes in zephyrs of the infernal orgasm.

she whispers alphabets of oxygen into the thunder drunk sky, her mouth

paused in unfamiliar vowels where the Ghosts of Ten Thousand Grandmothers

circle in the Ionic Bonds that holograph the Daydreams of

the Virgin Mother into nests of shapeshifting polyhedrons,

the Geometry of Tomorrow's Song unfolding in the Field of Unfinished Fire,

a moment when the River disappears into the Raincloud and the

Fish swim like Argonauts into the Mystery of the Tide, ten trillion

teardrops trapped in an Ocean that understands nothing but the Moon,

the Strange Cold Eye, Ulysses pearled Crown, the Smile of Sappho

falling through the Horizon in wings of periwinkle photons.

The UFO, the Nightmare screams:

nests in her Uterus.

At the edge of the Curb, her fingertips flailing against the Dragon itself,

candlesticks of ignition, the dizzying loss of Ego in the City where everyone is

nobody and Nobody is Everything, and the Human Face is

a Parabolic Picasso, Ears that drip with syntax errors, the parsing of an Exquisite Cadaver

Phoneme by Phoneme, the kaleidoscope howling in dendrites of subterranean cognition,

and She wonders, what Mermaids do, when they are landlocked by the Machine of G-d

where Broken Clocks scream hallelujah against a Shroud of Invisible Beings,

and the Ordinary World disappears like a piece of raw Meat into the Mouth of the Dragon

that Cannot Be Seen.

It is there, where the cube is convected in gravity of dissonance, the Feedback between

the Alpha and Omega, the turning of a Dynamo in the Deoxyribonucleic Spiral

that her Memories sing in sizzling Overtures, of Mother after Mother, the nursing of

the prototype against the flow of causality,

which came first? The Mirror or The Face? the Silence or the Sound?

The Pulsing of the HEart or the Rushing of the Blood into the flowery cauldron

of the Human Brain, which is no longer specifically Human,

after the Daydream descends, and the Number Line wraps itself around the

Skull of Christ in the Empty Tomb, Integers on the Vine, Imaginary Numbers washing

his Feet in Quadratic Equations paused between Being and Non Being

like Moses and Hamlet and Lady Godiva, until the moment the Frankenstein

arrives in Mary Shelleys hindbrain, the Lazarus rises from the Sea Foam and an Old Man

Nursing an Indescribable

Wound walks out of the Waves in spirals against the Sand, and Eternity

collapses into a Series of Unfinished Glances between Absolute Strangers,

Sound and Fury, signifying Nothing but the Laws of Thermodynamics and

the snapping of Teeth and scratching of Claws in the Watering Hole, the Tongue of the Hippopatamus

the Wing of the Flamingo, the horn of the Ibex, the Wildebeests Nostrils painted in blue

Fire as a Roaring of Lion Eyed Darkness begins at Dusk and turns Spacetime

Haunted with the strangeness of Sleep, that Tide of Thieves that shimmers in the Flesh

in hypnotic suggestion of Worlds within Worlds, the Black Wind of Time before G-d

escaped the Universe, leaving only a Wound of Dreams bleeding in algorithmic

variables, Something Seeking Something that Probably does not Exist but whirls

in the Ballet of perpetual Motion,

where the Secrets of Heaven and Hell are racing off the Tongues

into Fingerprints and Hieroglyphics. It is then, when the She that is Her Self

that Knows She is Who She Thinks She is, outside of the Glass and Steel,

the Vortex of Paper and Plastic, the Prison of Society, the Asylum of the Temporarily Sane

glances into the Clouds, cerulean Zoo of Optical Illusion, Zephyrs of Arabic

Alphabets, the Djinn and Efreet hover in clouds of Brownian Motion, turning

and spiraling, the Magic Carpet that Whirls in Furies and Graces, that She sees the

single Bolt of Lightning that is Not Lightning, a seam in the UNiverse shimmering between

Proton and Photon, Quark and Rainbow, the Sparrow and the Mustard Seed,

that the Sermon on the Mount suddenly arrives in her Skin, like a Newspaper

from Nowhere and Everywhere all at Once, and She takes

Another Step into the World of Yesterday. The businessmen clack like Gears

in the capitalist Clock, every Word structured in anonymous objectivity of the

Permanent Illusion, the language of Enlightened Abstractions balanced like Invisible Flags

in a Forgotten Wind, voices smoothed like reflections in glass, nothing really said,

nothing really heard,

luminous whispers laced with Magnetic Mysteries.

statistics in the Jetstream of Power and Cognition. A Circus of Phantasmagorical

Paranoids, the furtive glances of pink eyed albinos wrapping ribbons of yarn around

Statues made of Broken Toys, every ten feet a Wizard approaches the Moveable Feast

of the Next Door Neighbor you never knew you had, in Realtime, where the Shadows Lie,

a Constant Rotation of Hearts and Skeletons, the street is a Labyrinth of Intestines,

steaming fog of disassociated fugues, personality conflicts at 10,000 feet in the mere

Shading of a Bowtie, yellow meets blue in a Zigzag of Comprehension, Salvador Dali

is licking umbrellas in the Rooftop, and a Stainless Steel Snuffleupagus just passed by

collecting the Bones of Robots that cannot March in the Next Movie, their

Eyelids drooping with Ten Thousand Chemical Imbalances, a gyroscopic blurring of

the Nerves, just as Plato discovered while sleeping in the Kings Chamber,

the Great Pyramid became his Secret Machine, and the Madmen wrote poems

on Papyrus that lay dormant like Caterpillars, until the Moment the Sarcophagus

was opened and the Mystery Escaped into the Egyptian Sky, a Shimmering of Voices

that cannot be understood or un-heard, the Perfume of Eden, the Anti Venin of Golgotha

that teaches the Serpent the nature of the Dove, and the Dove the meaning of the Starlight,

Centuries of Being circling One Another, the Desert, the Jungle, the Bonfire, the

MOvie, the Mall, the ZOo, the Market: and Her Skin, She realizes is a Balloon,

purple pink, laced with miraculous capillaries each charged with the Emotions

of the Ten Thousand Grandmothers She had before She was Born,

and Now This: the broken glass, a discarded condom, cigarettes and a hypodermic needle,

a few pages of poetry discarded as Some Mysterious Nobody disappears into the

Void of the American Night, never to be Understood by Anyone Every Again,

Forever and Ever, Amen. It is there, as the Upside down Trees pluck fruit from

the Yellow Sky, the Rain becomes Kamikaze Astronauts plunging down from the Ionosphere

into the Green Grass where the Geese are like Shakespearean plebiscite, She turns

Laughter into Madness. The sound of the Engines becomes an apocalyptic

Ennervation of the end Of Time, every screeching hiss of the traffic

ignites the Witch Priestess in her Jugular Vein, her feet surge with phantasms,

the Ghost ripples across the River and the Cherry Blossoms exhale a Scent of

Nature that turns Mankind into Confusion and Dust, parables of Shadow

and Legends of Nothingness, the WHeels within WHeels of Ezekiels Honey Drunk

Tongue, curved like the Face of a Cobra into the Desert Sand, and the

Allegories that describe themselves, the Scene within the Scene of Nuclear

Prologue, the Endless denouement of Civilization, the Deadly Nightshade that glows

in the Windowsill of the Ones that Gather in Hypnosis where the Fish leap out of the River

and then disappear, no Music, No Bible No Language, just a strange motion

as if a UFO was going back to sleep, and the Dream of the Dolphin whirling in the

incandescent sea Foam, the Riddle of Genesis and Calculus and Thermonuclear Warfare

an Echo within an Echo.

Materializing in slipstreams of schizoid ideation,

as the earth resonates into a trillion hallucinatory

ziggurats of exploding angel poems, her skin explodes

into a probability ballet of a the Divine imagination.

She turns to witness her own birth, a billion light years threaded through spacetime.

In direct violation of the laws of thermodynamics,

her soul flares into a moment of empty perceptions.

No thought. No meaning. No movement. No breath.

No eyes. No life. Just death,

streaming through the Universe in a reverie of entropy and equilibrium,

the madness of a God that does not know

if G-d exists,

The sky of souls boils blackly as thousands of thought-bellied birds

self organize into rainbows of salvation high above the death of her head.

Consider the lilies of the field.

The birds are daydreaming in quadratic equations.

Random numbers, like the fingerprints of Lazarus billow from the

embers of hell, each digital teardrop brought back to life by the miracle of negentropy.

In the star spangled anarchy of this forbidden moment,

the birds are like Christian troubadours spiraling into the crucifixion of all living beings.

Their migration from the future to the past is a byzantine labyrinth of impossible mystery.

The ground beneath her feet begins to pulse.

Vampire question Marks shimmer in the molecules of her

Nautilus Shell Heart

MOther of Pearl, the candelabra that Seeks the Name of the flame

in the Unfinished Everything

She hears a train as it howls in

the bowels of the endless night.

Her skin suddenly erupts into bioluminescent echoes of the primal delight.

She catches the jetstream of Infinity.

Shangri La has ascended in her skin.

Her soul conspires with the

Violin Spun Void in

the Satori of the Ensorceled Clitoris, a Crown of Spectral Vapors

Everything is alien; forbidden, everything is unknown.

God's infinite imagination erases her name from the Book of No Meaning.

In maelstroms of meaningless theories, she whispers. She reaches into the face of heaven as it churns in the Picassoid geometry of the City Without a Name.

Bathed in patterns of movement and mystery;

she walks in beauty, like the night.

Percival's Eye impaled on her Tongue, the Ghost of the Machine

underfoot, byzantine circuitry of

a hurricane of imaginary numbers,

her soul is a spiral of crystalline wings like Nijinsky's ghost,

lost in the false God's point singularity, trapped in the Immaculate Perception.

She is, she says, she was what IS. A darkness?

An undreamable light. A shadowy island undefined.

Dendrites blooming in a thrill of trills. The supernatural dance

of the brownian motion on angel's hooves.

A blue flower laced in fractal phantasms; her mind opened into a snail's antennae.

Then, in prismatic schisms, the angelic hooves balance on the Anvil of her heart.

Broken beads of sweat, phoenix fire, candlelight, spills like nectar through rainbows of of her mouth, coded in happenstance of an omniscient waveform the shape of God's broken heart.

Every moment she died, but never once did she ever stop moving. So she says. She says so.

Moving. Drifting, shifting, moving. Walking like water falling through the sky writ in taoist love poems.

Maniacal sorrow of heaven.

Monsoons of dead clock logic painted it's black rumor on the heart of her windowsill. Still frames of crushed holy silence.

Rush haunted into the cold will of time. her feet -- on the edge of the street, thunder into anvils of merciless power, like

the trembling filaments of anemone opening into loves unforgettable language.

Through the dark ages, her feet are skeletons of white noise, dancing through strange patterns of baroque synergy. Into the renaissance,

touched and bewildered by quantum decoherence, She beaches her soul on the shores of perpetual motion;

balanced between warring quarks in a shadow play of Xeno's paradox. It is moving through us, She says.

Her memory grows fat with the unfathomable heartache of God.

Her face erupts with kaleidoscopic apocalypses. A swirl of oceanic curiousity thrumming in rosicrucian furies.

Her Spirit lists leeward, rolling in a tantrum and fired by tides of the first endless karma of absolute unknowable love as she discovers she IS, in fact, the One True God;

and a trillion black umbrellas weep in perfect rhythm, like the eyelids of thundering baudrillardist simulacra,

whose indelible mad laughing

left the Temple of Emptiness alone in the Unquiet Qualm.

The blue cake of the transcendental vagina became the Palace of her Consciousness and her memory haunted itself in a crush of light;

she lifted the veil of her suffering ecstasy,

glowing on fingertips in a-temporal temples. Nothingness. Nine million knowledges.

She is a single dream in infinite variables. Bathed in the gestalt of instantaneous rebirth, endless simultaneity, the transcendence of future generations. Her heart is dripping mystery through electromagnetic phantasms bathed in sexual teardrops that leap into the stratosphere from the edges of her flesh like wild blackberries plumbing her throat for silence and particulate magic.

Always, from the void, She carries the swan songs of Nuclear Magi into opalescent pools of absinthe, lighting each step with delta wave fog of Unicorn eyed poppies driven by fate into the lungs of sorcerers trapped in what remains of the real world.

Gametes of her love hang in nine dimensional portraits of ballerina hearts on the Temple walls, each insurrection of shadow and context dying in resurrections of light in the cathedral-prison of infinite senses.

Doppelganger choirs pour immaculate voices from the chalice of their mouths on the cold summer street. She arrives, atom by atom by atom;

into a world chanting anonymous names, each bathed in the glowing Dusk of hyena's tongues,

Godel's theorem ripples in the whorls of a Shaman's fingerprint trapped in the eyelashes of the dead God's perfect daydream.

The symbol-lion wrote god's name in green invisible whiskers. A certain clown face cloaked in starlight followed the poems into the Streets of Gehenna. It was as if She was her own mother giving birth to endless variations on a theme.

In her abdomen,the Universe howled; axioms of lust curled like Einstein's frontal cortex into the exponential time deep in the belly of empty American street turning wild

with the madness of the master - slave power struggle.

her Eyes winked in hot shrieks of knotted fibonacci. Like time bombs and seeds, the eyelids of Heaven were opened by gold digging Priests whose faces remained invisible only until the moment of death.

It was then. It was that. That was why.

Her life was evolution's non sequitur.

A white Bicycle floated under illuminations of interstellar Necrophilia;

a trillion corpses igniting in the bioluminescence of death.

her heart burst into God's own Godlike heart, billowing in eldritch Minkowski subspace of a white cloud becoming the mirror image of God. Claws and feathers bathed her flesh in the dark blood and saliva of heaven.

Her bones wrapped themselves around a mustard seed.

God self organized into the chrome and shadows of a funeral hearse. Together he and her Bride, in androgynous languages of perfect motion, moved through the Las Vegas mirage of the mirror image of her conscious despair.

A crown of recombinant sparrows boiled in billboards of foreshadowing on the cold prism of the street of a million tattooed foreheads. The pantheon of heaven licked it's wounds like an injured ion.

The stars chant diabolic, champion fires of first echoes, opening and closing around her heart. Thunderbird talons clutch time blackened dream Queens.

Feathers began whispering the poetry of Aldebaraan nested in an impermanent infinite regress; until? Until toward the Tower of Insanity,

two travelers trampled the vintage of the celestial vine.

The field was hung damp and heavy like Picasso's testicles brimming over with optical illusions.

Night after night, the Universe fled from itself in rorschacks of daisy dust supernova.

The broken mirror of God's face was reflected in the eyes of her newborn soul.

Like Socrates in the Temple, a strange man appeared; anointed a Taoist in Stochastic loudness, lost in the glassed desert of goldness.

Rumours, and rumours of rumours course through the Shinto supercomputer of his spine.

Central nervous systems exploded like her taste buds. In the fractal architectures of 2:23 o'clock,

an old woman is weeping mysterious pools of crystalline shekinah.

The algebraic imperfection of a white wing ripples into a black halo swirling around a gorillas fist.

Her heart broke open towards the sky and She died a million times, each upon resurrection of the Infinite version of a finite Christ.

The end of time resolved into punctuation marks buried on the edge of her skin. A moment of the Falsifiable God began exploring it's own face in the black and green mirror of the primeval dawn.

the bottom line? A single God began blooming through information spheres of all sentient beings in the endless harmony of the first hallucinatory breath.

rhodopsins of dark golden lycanthrope skin quavered in strange portraits that painted themselves alive in the sky.

Her skin began separating, channeling itself into naked rivers of disintegration.

A myriad of gypsies glimpsed themselves in the Vernal Equinox of Nocturnal Undulations.

Under hyacinth canopies, her flesh swelled in echoes of a deep listening, ears born for the Moment of her own birth. It arrived in hieroglyphics of a cat-souled maelstrom.

As she turned, her mouth began exhaling the green light of dawn.

Seperation. Isolation. Disintegration. It was her trinity of despair.

In perfect response, the city erupted in a blood rose of paranoia. A dark magic marked daggers of green thrushing neurochemical Excitations in monsoons of monstrous knowledge.

And her soul? Began glimmering, like a trillion dying stars bathed in the geometrical pulse of Our Lady of Perpetual Perception.

It was then, the Dragon of Lao Tzu's toothless smile materialized in the laser beam of emerald grass deep in the photon pregnant nightmare of Gods face trapped on Channel 99.

The last grain of rice laughed her holiest insanity alive. The Dragons of Heaven swept sleeping into the Chinese ideogram tattooed on her skin.

Ludwig Wittgenstein, shrouded in spider silk, begins barking the Devil's prayer at Lon Cheney in the Hollywood moonlight. A stoplight implodes in the trapped gas of Dawn.

Blueness boils the Prophet's hydrogen eyes in rhomboid shadows.

The eternal mother traps the Dog God of Godot in the face of a tarot card weeping with lovestruck gloom.

She spins. Isocahedrons unite. A sphere is born.

In the room of inverted masquerades, a tribe of Ouija boards whispers to trilobytes bursting from the pores of her skin.

She becomes Godlike in a naked meadow; she flocks through gargantuan patterns into number lines too naked to see.

The polarity of human consciousness is instantaneously reversed. Ten trillion Stars of David rotate in myriad articulations of light burnt earlobes wrinkled by dark elephantine sorrow.

The Universe weeps the rage of unborn photons. None of the madmen know how to stop laughing.

She looks to the vanishing point of her own face in the mirror.

A tribe of Quarks selects the Game Show of her Perfection Paradoxed. She plucks the dragon's eye from the subterranean root and conspires to produce Archangel Gabriel's dream in a gorillas face deep in the scarlet charged basin of the strange attractor coming to life in the trapezoidal lust of the jeweled flesh of love's bleeding Congo.

Lost in the lightning of a disembodied magic, Lao Tzu leaps onto the stage in orchids of taoist coincidence.

The theatre of tall grass is full of drunken and distorted pulses, balanced like butterflies in the particle zoo of her skin.

Dragons ignite on elf tongues in ruby candlewicks of hypnotic thought brine.

Degree by degree the moon undresses The Ballerina's soul as pallid Ophelia tap dances on Tahitian Mood sands.

The dream inside the seashell laughs. Moonlight of an astral lattice spirals in clandestine palindromes of incandescent blasphemy.

A blood thirsty diamond of a time-binding messiah's heart hangs in the white hot balance of impermanence and perfect damnation.

Jesus Christ whispers a blue scarlet rumor to Mary Magdalene, whose heart is drifting on canyons of mystery in the rose of the wild red void.

Human heartbeats swarm on purple winds charged with the flame from her ancient moonlit shoes. The magical realists churned like holy echoes in the mitochondria of the Devil-Queen.

From deep inside her body, an ancient dragon anoints it's forbidden dream in grasshoppers swallowing astronaut tears. Lao Tzu whispers

the square root of negative one to a newborn angel shrouded in absolute wonder.

White hot silence dances in dead faced doorways broken by tangerine angles in an uncertain paradigm shift of the Extraterrerestrial Genesis, in which

a swastika swirls like Buddha's footprint. Unbelievable imaginations coalesce in the eyes of passing whirlinds. Dolphins leap through African firestorms.

The pantheon of humanity erupts in the palette of the folds of her fiery dirt breathing flesh.

She is dead. She is dying. She is born again, and again, an infinite number of times.

She slips like a knife into the rainforest of her heart.

She is deader than dead, because she knows she is alive. The Tomb of Lao Tzu echoes

with the pantomime of her fantasy shrieking with the desire of God.

The television awakes. The machine face is watching everything now.

A cold voice boils in the undying Diabolic Asylum of Unforgettable Mystery.

The news anchor's face is contorted into a deep twitching spasm. His eyes are like bruised turbojet assholes shining against the camera lights in apoplectic rage.

On the highway, a bird shaped UFO has died into a pool of mechanical pyramids.

Harmonies of mock delusion vibrate the city into ribbons of heat seeking culture.

Her flesh quavers in columns of algorithmic Non Being neologos andante.