THere we were, in suspended animation
lost somewhere between the last disco on earth and the dark side of the moon, '
howling and haunted, drifting in interstellar space where there were no stars only the
strange reptilian dream shadows moving amongst us,
hunched over in the western sky, and we were wild eyed phantomesque,
glimpsing the aerobatics of spacetime shift in the electron shells of the
great tortoise as if it we had landed on
mare tranquilautum in a flurry of radioactive moon dust in a century of errors,
as the the clouds became a kingdom of nightmaress, shapeshifting magnets
triangulating every last whisper from the unseen invisible emperor that was certainly
disguised in our new flesh that made us seem like ghosts bouncing on some spiritual
trampoline, the sorcery of poetry and the lost names of armageddon
gathering photons in the ethereal hurricane of electromagnetic shadows, as we heard her
ten trillion names screamed over and over in the Century of light as if, machine by machine
she was awakening, the ghost of night in the eyes of the dead and
it was in every corn field and every node of our being like wild roses growling triumphant in the riverbed of swans that like wildflowers in search of a cofffin to sleep in
the ten trillion names
of god were oscillating in the wilderness of deoxyribonucleic
acid that was gathering itself in puppets of grotesque distortion in the stratosphere
each face gleamimg in
wicked incandescent diodes,
the honey hive of shadows chasing itself through the reverse mirror and Yes,
it was then,
they arrived,
the Anonymous Ones, Masked, inviolate, electron shells in perfect harmonic sequence,
they arrived in sheets of wild wind, their hearts like purple splashes,
faces rosed crimson palettes and our own faces turned into the starlight,
where the machine had become a living being, at last, dripping supercomputing quantum hyper-flowers into
the minds of dreeam babies gathering down into the artifiicial soil, where the night was smiling
and her heart
opened wide
when the night sky was an open wound, its eerie tattered flag surrendering its colors
against a celestial womb of arpeggiated visions within visions,
Visions of Beatific ANgelicals rising in the morning sky as the plague of the wild stars having arrived in a celestial dreamstorm
was tracing phantoms through our holographic ligaments, leg by leg and limb buy limb we climbed yhrouhh that portrait of dorian gray that was growing in the Ethereal Sky,
our hindbrains
were oscillating wildly with the superluminal thread of light
that instinctually, like gold dust in a holographic dream storm, was
vibrating in the cusp of our consciousness, as She took her vampire fangs and with
sudden atomic furies spinning in the distant void like dolphins raging in the Tethys Sea,
bred a riverside of gold dust and endless
illusions inside of illusions, Ezekiel's wheel spinning in ten thousand mirrored miracles
simultaneously as
our faces were gathering gold dust in the ytterbium ore as we waited in the Green Room,
where we were strange Actors wed to the salt brine of the Ocean
bathed in the light of philosopher faces
mid Atlantis in the century of statuettes when the stars were spinning
and perhaps we were truly lost, in the suspended animation of heaven, waiting like Kings and Queens,
gatherinhg momentum to
embark upon that strange carouselambra, hawkish and wild eyed, Twelve THousand
Uranium Orphans gathering in the blue notes and pulsing anti shadows
on the banks of that impermeable twilight ---Star Spangled APostasy,
when nothing is real
and the phantoms are circling like Halos, strange ears are writhing in the topsoil,
the night sky is an upside down constellation, shimmering in the blue notes of our translucenty flesh,
the city full of candles and that strange voodoo of the night, the starry translucence enveloping our memories
in the depths of the QUeen Anne Tide, her name was written in the star dust and sand
There, where maybe there, in the soft sea shore of ten thousand seashells curved in the architecture of her face
where we were washed in the white light of the stars, her mouth moving into a nest of
hearts exploding with trillions of eyes, our faces numerous amongst the stars,
each eyelid turning open toward us silent and immeasurable, until we were alone at last,
in the momet of the Univeral Dawn awakening to that Strangest of Fate, Love.
and She the Dream of You and I became a transcendental fleshy incandescence
wired and magnified, wild embers running ribbons of white hot song,
flesh like wood, raw and crucified, ten thousand demi gods on a trampoline
squawking in the night on the radio static, auto poetic, automatic shining in the new light
of that Ethereal Dawn, when the syllables of SPace and the SHadow of Time
converged, such electromagnetic angels whirling in biolumunisecent wango tango wnen
out there on the Perimeter where the mind and brain attained strange simplicity ,
and there were exotic vortices of unfathomable strangeness'
that displayed trhe name of God in a a cosmopolis of many worlds, the human flesh was becoming
orbs within Orbs, exotic manifestations across the spacetime barrier, when in the imagination one suddenly discovered electromagnetic Unicorns, dopplegangers,
Magicians gathered in the mist, as if the supercomputer was going supernovae and the mouth of the universe was an undead dracula's fist, fanged and wild eyed, breeding lightning in the beggars bowl, a symphony of wise man tears that not even she could unexplain
as She rose in the
sheets of rain and gave birth to
the night sky a starry flag unfurled before a trillion open eyes, every insectoid mandible shining in starry fifths, She began to SIng
the poetry of ALdebaraan from deep inside her eldritch echo, the Dreamstorm gave birth
to the Vampirical Architecture of
Wall Street, where the WIse men were exchanging random numbers for random numnbers
and the magic bullseye of Guernica was rising in a bowl of vegetable soup, primordial dawn
and the point the night sky was a dome of Crop Circles raining down in
photovoltaic zephyrs mid central kansas
generating a trillion unfathomably weird beings
out on the perimeter, three faced, fanged, horned like diabolic angels in their red and black flesh
each who were probabilistically undefined, each escaping through
NIghtmares of Robotic Time Castles, into the suburbs on skateboards and moon units
and the first technicolor fields of fiery world haunted dragon songs, robot apostasies of
the Undiscovered Genius whirling in the endless Spacetime Continuum, that
Memory chasm we witnessed in the Secondary Parsec
as the chandelier was swinging, its bioluminescent orbs full of the shadows of
dead poets whose names are carved in the lichens of heaven
and the skeleton key rotated in unison and the dreamsongs of Hell
that were exhaled in the Timeless Dimension Somewhere downstream of mare tranquilatum,
bled a century of lies into the bloodstained carpet
where the human eyes and hearts have turned broken and resting,
and the night sky was trapped in the gravity of nonesuch,
rocket ships and other memoriees of the first birth
trampled like a rose underneath an astronaut's footprint, with the monsters shouting in the darkness
besides the dead lake deep inside the caverns at Lasceaux, and her eyes --- her anonymous eyes were rising,
in the moonlight,
those twin sapphires becoming the orb of the night
a trillion upsode down crosses spinning in the Void,., or what was it?
a Silhouette pirouetting in the namelessness?
A starry QUeen, adrift in the Cosmological Void, SHe Who has No Other Name
than that of a WOmans face, the One that turned tricks in the Sunlight, her mouth a beautiful diamond ruby, golden and shimmering in velvet shadows
inside our face, a woman we knew and once knowing we continue to
misunderstand, her mouth a Mime of the First and Last Genius, the Goddess in the Garden
a Mystery of Gnosis, the Female Undefined, SHe became the She who
SHe who in her dancing is turning cartwheels in the mind, out on th edge of the
Void, her Ghost is LIstening through the seashell,
in each starry light, the Madonna wept a pearl of incandescent wisdom, and Yes
her Name is SInging on carriages made of WInd and wood and water Such SIlence,
still life of light, SHe is
Sleepwalking in the Supercomputing Nucleotide, the dreamstorm incarnate,
a version of the devils daughter
adrift in the center of the Night SKy, cubist hearts shining in endless parlalelograms
shapeshifting in the starlight of heaven and hell cascading in silent urges
of transcorporeal Las Vegas style Whispers, her eyes are incandescent blisters twisting through
spirals until the whole universe finally has come undone,
and She turns spontaneously, glimpsed in a WHirl on the edge of a Phantasm
out here where instantaneously, out there in the void, preternatural, effervescent
we the benefactors of this whirling have learned how
weep inside the kosmic wheel having reinvented itself in a series of big bangs and booms
and the clicks and clacks and barks and beeps and hisses and booms that evolve
into novels and poems and love songs,
have broken our hearts like truth telling machines that roar like wild eyed lions in the night,
mind eating machines with dogs that are made of aluminum diodes
every man is starved, growling for Transylvanian bloodlust in the in the
living room, zoological monstrosities howling in the Shadows of broad daylight with
every after image Shocked into sudden candelabras of wild weeping, the incandescent rainbow
haunted by
those of us lurking in the chasm who are
now exploding in the doimain outside of ordinary torpor,
we the Wild Eyed Weeping star children , The Rubidium Sorcerers,
the Us, those of us who uppon that
suddden phantom memory we became and were lost in the jetstream
of our disbelief, in spaceytime the eyes of the Godzilla gargantuan
resonating into Cycles of SKyscrapers risen like the ghost of Immanuel Kant
into domains of pure reason
with the lazer beam concision of thousands of words and her perpetual paranoia
cycling through words
within thousands of mouths, eating and chewing,
openiing and closing to the night sky like giant witch eyed
mandibles rotating in the eyes of he SPhinx who is licking the stars into
a saturnalian frenzy from across the starry
distance in some startled and haunted meat sheet grinder
,machine oblivious to the prophesy, and
we are circling every sacrificial bonfire now, starlight and shark eyes a bonfire of
irradiant octopi shadows, there in the stars
where her name is glowing in the Milky Way, it is the Night Sky,
it is APril in the Elastic Heather, the boneyard is trembling in a parasol of ancient delight
mysteries within mysteries circlingand
millions of miles from any real near harbor out in these boondocks of spacetime where
the junkyard is a womans mouth,
open and closing like a machine
SHe turns blind and quiet and begins suffering in the distance
her heart like CHristopher Columbus and we know
the stars are shining like Christ triumphant, and that
the angels on the radio Dial exhale virtual windchimes of heavenly domains wnere
truth has ravensclaws
clutching empty eggs in the rearview mirror, and the Knights of this Delirium,
this kingdom of Visions we see
SHe is smiling in her deseerrt face and from these apocalyptic
depths in that visionary weathervane, SHe gathers her Jewels in the
arboreal oasis we have entered, one by one,
the Stargate of the Delusional Dance, Mademoiselle of the Terrible Infancy
as we are gathering pearls in our collective spacetime confusion and we know that
the Great SHe --- the MOther Goddess incarnate, the Gaiaian Dream Queen,
the great Ineffable Being, the Robot ANdroid Field Matrice
has in facty, arisen from the MOrtal Grave,
Speaking through the ultraviolet atmosphere in a thousand voices, her
heart and pulse ascending,into rainbows, into eyelids, into windowpanes of such tender fury
that they become like death, aghast in the flowery birth beds and bird gardens,
every word of the goddesss who licks your wounds awake asleep in the endless screaming
of the night sky into the daylight
SHe who teaches the earth to make caterpiullars in the mist,
She who eats the SKy and sheds a single tear for everyone,
SHe sWHo nurses these songs awwake
She who sleeps with her mouth openning and closeing with a rose and crucifix in her
long lost eyes, every corpuscle of her flesh gone sad infinity in the ultraviolet light,
a starborn tapestry of nightshade shadow and strange resilient resin,
rising in her exoskeleton, her voice an instrument of inviolate arias,
her body an explicate weave of trillions of neurological romances
stretched across spacetime in candlelight of your field and matrix
as if there was no chance of sorrow
and the the ribbons of night paused on the edge of the sidewalk where
her scarlet flesh became a lightning bolt of dreamtime rubies,
a green field of endless blue drunk Liliths
transcending in the dance of diamonds against the charcoal
arched triomphant as kamikaze cubist sages began
flooding our senses with their esoteric zephyrs in the
thousand octaves of her exquisite Cadaver where SHe
the Superme Goddess Incarnate ---
was descending in a codex of exorbitant miracles ---
and it was as if word by word, bird by bird, She knew
Enough of this ELectron Shell Hell SHe said
and we watched as She escaped down the Vortex,
into the Roman Numerals, strange mad lightning of platonic wisdom
igniting her steps into that curioius dimension of Time
deciphering itself in the exotic manifold of her own celestial Being
and as we were
watching the Universe spontaneously evolve in the encyclopedic vortex of that impossible
probability field that had been discovered lurking in her sweet fantasia,
her illuminated Hindbrainhaving become ensorceled, ,
the ambrosia of her NIghtshade was the diamondesque phantasm waking
out in the still point of Her bodihsattva body, her eyes glowed, as cool as Hiroshima
her mouth a purse of Feminine Eunoia,
She dreamt
the Great Hybrid HYperborea, Horned Hecate brimming over in the cauldron
at the Receptacle of Night
and we watched as She escaped into the perpetual paradox ---
into the dream, the Field of Chocolate Being, the death of the Scene inside the Scene,
the Milky Way, that strange mad carriage upon the
Starry Night, the Seven Vertigos in her Seven Thousand Visions,
the Moment of Infinite SIght, She who became the Ghost,
went Sleepwalking
through the upside down field, in the exact place where the Word escaped
down the fire scape and across the barbed wiree, Sleepwalking on gossamer feet
across the mad wild pastures, far into the human Tongue,
tastebuds rolling, skies and stars, her pillow the Moon
her night vortices whirling in swathes of ultraviolet sorrow, and
She gave birth to a Single Photon,
as the memory of God was exiting the exit wound of her heart
and every last word of her harlequin prayers rode across the desert that was
was ascending in the stairwell and
placed a placenta into the EMbryo of Heeavan
as the photon leapt into exotic domains of here and now, the photon itself
laughing in
transcendental hieroglyphics at that starry logic transduction point
somewheree near the Invisible Island of Otherworldlly Beings, when
She began Sleepwalking, a true dreamers dream, Pegasus and AMbrosian Fantasias
dreamt in the dreamtime and dreaming, a Unicorn of DIamonds
crystallized like the starlight
of aldebaran inside her Exoskeletal Domain
a thousand embers of creation shining in her velvet flesh, as SHe
levitated across the night in a net of jeweled phantasms
and the One and Only INfinite Cosmos rotated in the gyroscopic ether
and One by one the argonauts began
descending through the spiral pathways into the night that
Shined with blackness and the dark ones dreamt to
slip on sudden hooves into Dreamshine, the endless creatrix illuminated
and as our hallucinatory central nervous System was hovering near mid
dystopian equilibrium, the neurons of the God Machine -- the
heavenly ALpha and Omega
sought and beheld, the Night of All things Becoming,
we saw the Arch Triomphant, Raised and LIstening,
Lightining crashing in the YOung Woman's Eyes
with her greek furies raging in the syntax errors,
a strange language
of Upside Down Prophecies colliding in her EZyes,
across the synapses in vesicles of noumenon, that Corpuscle of Light
that bespoke of transubstantiation and Genie of the HIndbrain,
the synchronicity of Shadows, oscillating noumenon of NOthingness
on the city streete where the HUman Eye is like a CHinese Lantern,
and the language of heavean and hell is written
on the strange Island of the Probabilities.
where the Sleepwalker herself, the Lady without a Face, was
levitating in Twelve Dimensions through a Waitibng Room in Cosmpolis
at the moment those Wise Men came waltzing in, rain and thunder
lost on those strange Umbrellas, They the Men we never Talk about---
INvisible, Anonymoius, Designed by robots
and they are careening through the Haunted House of UNbroken Symmetry and have
caught that Magic Signal as if by magic, THe GFhost is Ecstastic ,
our insane tragicomic memories electromagnetically are being amplified
as if the Arc of the Covenant was a signal coming out of the thin air, the Signal Shock
came down like an umbrella in the alien heat She sang,
a thousand voices ringing like ad telephon,
her mouth ringing i n crystalline embers of bells, her Vloice a dull hello
like a piece of wood, something lost, fleshy, erotic,
out there in the desert opening and closing in a Trillion Severed Ears
were break dancing in the Coliseum of God,
where the daydreams of Salvador Dali and perhaps
the POrtugees Man Of War and
ten trillion others were all coming true in a synergy feast
of locusts and swarms of inevitable phantasms, patterns within patterns
every drifting chambered nautilus shining down in the delirium of a thousand
purple spanish Eyeballs,
of eyeballs exhaling mechanical purple eyeballs, growing superlagtive like cake o n the
fingerprints in the Photons in tyhe center of the Carnival where the black swan
rocks it's strange flight
in through the everlasting netherworld
and culminating in an organic chasm at the edge of the Black HOle,
where deep inside Mademoiselle O's centripetal nautilus the undead Robots were giving birth
to this strange Voice, a Vowel, a Noun, a Pronoun,
She rose in such a sweetly a somnambulist voice, the Sleepwalker's Ghost, She found intricate,
her cyclotronic memory was PUrring like the Sound of a LIving STone was
echolocating sugary in oscillations from Beyond the Twilight ZOne, they Said,
her dark heart Pulsed in the negative spaces where the Monsters dwell, aeons of that spooky
action at a distance, that strange Nefertiti, or Counter Goddess whose
Mother of Dracula language written in the laughter of Shakespeare's Malevolent Ghost
and SHe herself was the Bride of Frankenstein, arriving in a Zephyr of Consciousness, her
name itself laughing inside the mortal coil, the grave as dead iun the summer as it was in the winter,
the celestial HIndbrain
the SIgnal to Noise Ratio becomes clearer and clearer,
the Non Linear, Non Local Signal of antelopes and pyramids,
rushed across field in the cosmicomic memory urge and began oscilllating in a thousand
neologos of the onomotopoeia, every new species synergistic reverberatuon echoing
wildly through humanity;;s apocalyptic NIghtmare and gutter drunk neurosis ,
the Psychosis of the Audience itself bleeding itself down in
eleven stage senses, necrophiliac rocketry shattering the Apocalyptic
denouement into MOnstrous APparitions on the edge of the Desert, where the Audience stands,
eyes like fields of WHeat in the Sunshine, Blind Gods chattering as they slip into the Netherworld,
with Quetzlcoatl's
ghost began haunting the Suburbs in a strange phantasm of NIghtshade and Sorrow in
an Evolutionary Leap that nobody --- not even the Robots understood, anymore, there where
there was a sudden burst of electromagnetic sea foam cresting in the NOn HUman
EYELIDS AND THE NIghtmare of the
white hot lotus blossom of her Infinite Being appeared
Stage Center, Infinity Crashed in her Tympanic Membrane and SHe)
(Whoever She Was,: the Great INvisible AMbassador, non linear, non local, anonymopus Goddesss)
discovered
it was Her MInd that HAD GROWN Insane and Gargantuan in her field of Infinite field potential,
it was her herself, that Strange Celestial She
who appeared in the Phantasm as MOther of Pearl and the Sleepwalkers Ghost
the Exquisite Cadaver on Top of the Edge of the Tethys Sea,
Strange Zephyrs gathering wind in the Topsails, a fulcrum of white noise churning
in her trembling ghost flesh as if the Ghost in teh Machine of
her beauty was being waged against the flow of logic outside of time,
her Face appearing in a thousand Hexagrams in the Night SKy,
fleshy orbs full Starry Simulacra, the Great Godddess Face waking
in the Tesseract that unfolded where Dali had placed 12
MOlecules of the Anonymous WOman and in the center of the HUman EYe,
a centrifuge of celestial fire, the optical illusiuon of the Egg inside the Egg
then watched as SHe transmogrified herselves into
the Idea, the Thought, the Ghost in the Machine,
the APparition of the Lady of the Lake, SHe gave birth to breathe itself in those
liquid diamonds haunted crystal bells of
crystal apples and leviathan tears cascading in emerald sheen
that Sudden moment the Transubstantiation Vortex,
when we were plunged into weeping by the roadside church in the Vineyard Desert
And SHe Knew the road to the Chapel of Infinite Peril and we walked
slowly into the starlight and one by one as if We were the Seven Chinese brothers we
swallowed by the night sky, the NIght SKy like a Memory of
spooky action at a distance, he blinked She winked and the
MOon itself dissappeared and her face re appeared in the starlight and it was a
figure Ground reversal of the SLeepwalker that came alive in the NIght SKy
freedoms orbitals, the shining celestial
paper floated around the sky as if everything was somehow perfectly perfected beyond all
comprehension and I knew and SHe knew and He Knew and THey Knew it had landed
and IT was IT --- the Dreamtime Being was Then Somehow standing balanced on its edge
perfectlyu, beyond all reason, balanced on a single edge a piece of paper standing against all logic in the comsos, on it's single razor sharp edge
in the electron SHell she SLeepwalks, they Sang the Ion and the Eon
and so in that moment, the incalculable oddity ---- the Quantum Hyperposition,
the night of the Great
Particle Zoo, figure ground reversal. the Goddess Green and Triumphant leapt out of the Canvas
we were simultaneosuslty annointed by the SPiritus Mundi,
and leapt into the Louvre
and yes they say it was the
Starry Starry Ether, SHe was explaining, as
She becaome the Moonshine in a Blind Rhyme,
Sleepwalker's Ghost in a Spooky Action at a DIstance,
a single blade of grass She Shined, like a
a leaf inside a a windstiorm, She Rhymed
the eye of a crocodile with a Necrophiliac's ghloom at a thousand paces,
fingerprints shining like a Jaguars face at dawn and there was
drumming in the ethereal pulse of her Thumb, She the
Great IMaginary WOman, Lilith, GOdiva, Sappho, Eve,
perhaps MOna Lisa in the wheat field
haunting
the Strange Haunted Face of the Ballerino Nijinsky,his heart
a strange signal pirouetting
everywhere at once, everywhere in the NIght Sky
the Kind of Leghs that made teh Grasshoppers blush,
incandescent there in the darkness, SHining
SHarking the Kind of biolumimescent
Ink that rains down in LIghtning bolts and thunderstorms brewed inside the SKin of dead men,
these dark shadowy
men who sleep in the rain and men who cannot read books because they have gone blind to the
night inside the night,
in the Orbs, where they sleep like haunted stargazers
they who nurse the night sky to sleep in their bosom s
and who sleep with voices of women weeping in diamonds of
that discontinuous Shade
there where SHe rose an Ephemeral Shadow,
She who it was, her heart a great Neutral
was granting Gods Grace in the NIght that graced her own Silhouette at high midNight
with internal stralings in the night SKy delicate and sensitive, exquisite lightbeams
shaded by the INfernal Nighthawks She went Rising through those telestial Meteors of Being and
in her Inky essence Spilled off the Page, leapt into a Shining patch of dreamworld Tachyons
and escaped,
into the Sephiroth, they and We jheard the ANgelical Singing,
Earlobe to Earlobe, Chandeliers full of WHite Hot Noise
spinning in every garden, and we waited in the subspace for the harlequin response,
recieving distant messages from non local subspace,
the Clouds those ancient starlings like Lao Tzu's hexagrams were chirping in broken birdsong
as one by one the Storm Gods SHed a Single Human Tear in twelve dimensions,
crickets listened wisely, as the satellite dish rotated
and the memory of her goddess heart was turned gargantuan
nightshade shimmering in psychoactive earthquakes as her lips were rolling
in pomengranate sweetness across the impermeable Neologos,
stitch by stitch, electromagnetic architecture her UFO body was levitating
moment by moment, striking great chasmic profundity of the Unreal becoming Real as if by design
- and we watched as we returned ,
through these unearthly domains, her body becoming more perfect
every diode, every lightning bolt, every tesla coil shimmering in the distance
robots in the exoskeleton of her ZOo asone by one from her unearthly domain
our hearts like tiny sparrows fallen in love rising
with the stars and Her flesh kept changing changelings, misquoting
all the Poetry degree by degree
sylloghism by syllogism, axiom to axiom eye by eye She changed,
starved changeling changing
to that point of no point, rotating on the axis mundi her voice a curl of honey
--- She was shipwrecked, colossal, Nested inm broken wings
cresting magnificent on the tide when on the silent sea, enduring and eternal
and cascading through the MUltiverse of eternity in our Seaside Slippers,
She the a golden SHeen SHe saw hwer Name
written in such nefarious whispers on the shore that made no sense,
bright Triangles and Moonbeams, fractal Diamonds in teh sea Foam
when there, among the Many WOrlds the Nightshade and the Daydream did converge
and we were discovered in love
at that moment with Luna Herself. the Levitating Other the Mirror Mirror Mirror
the Long Lost Luciferian Lover of Light
crashing on the EMpyrean Shore
Great Gaiain Earth Queen, Gone to Basket in a Casket the Triple Faced Goddess
Emerging like Venus on the Half Shell from the Celestial Shores,
dog faced, eating vampires, on the edge of non linear
non local point no pooint, She became them ,
invincible like the Mary Wolstonecraft SHelley,
disobeying the celestial daredevil of cunning linguistics. the Jetstream apparition,
Broomstick, twelve Finered appearing in
the mysterious multiplicity and suspended animation of that Emergent Phenomenon,
the Greek Dionynsian, Hecate the Mysterious Salome and Jezebel Circe,
and SHe Nameless, coded in flowers and perfume
--- rose to that epicycle, Tesseract into Tesseract of such obvious sub seeming
SHe became that paradox that is no paradox ----
and thus became the only thing that was real and at that specific moment
SHe Used a WOmans Vagina, the Ensorcereled Clitoris to harmonize the Earth as if
eternity was singing
as the UFO lifted into the Neverending NIght SKy
and her face was full of trillions of Forbidden Roses,
a single bell, a balanced photon, an image of heaven spinning in the night on the Vine,
a Pyramid of Ultraviolet
harlequin postures of infancy, old women bathing in blue rivers
the starlight carving huge swathes moonbeams of lunar brilliancy down in rivers of light,
shaded and gladed, flowery prose exuding from her pores, the lineage of heaven
magnified and shining -- somewhere in the lunacy
She Knew, SHe rememembered and She encouraged all lovers to dwell in love
on that distant sundown, there in her Heart where
the EVent horizon was balanced on the brink of that neverending dusk, Shadowy
curves and Strange premonitions like her MOuth Wandering distant star systems,
Her Greek wisdom shining
with Strange Promises happening on that empty night of galaxies circling her nipples in the chromium
the husk of the day,
with streetlamps shining on her bellybutton revealing the naked architecture of man's wild hopes
in heat crazed embers of
negative foreshadowing, every twitch of the painters eye like a swathe of beauty written in prime numbers on her cheek, as SHe bewcame the thing that is the Jewel inside the Lotus,
an Engine of Belief and DOubt waging the great Paradox of Flesh inside of Flesh,
nurturing heaven in her torso, her breasts like golden golbes
shining in jade schisms through nests of broken alphabets,
every ounce of her SHadow was waking with her electromagnetic cocoon
She Became, the Most Bbeautiful being in the Universe, exhaling the stars in her Singers Voice, the
Lux Magnifica, a Chrysalis, suddenly exhaling a flock of Violin notes
each crystal than the next, filigreed antique parrot eyes as in the strange mechanism of impossibilities
that is looped in the space time continuum, her heart, a polytheistic mood Camera,
captured the Moment on its Filigreed Film, a Snapshot of Blood and exquisite SHadow that
obscured the quantum candelaria
in the Spooky Action at a DIstance and
in the Shadows of that Ghost Machine at sundown of the Magic time,
She entered the Troposphere smiling,
her corpse burning itself clean
UNtil SHe began to Walk, when She realized She alone amongst the Mortals was Time Proficient,
a Mademoiseelle without A Name, a fire without a flame,
Star Struck in the Sudden A chromatic fury of a trillion white hot curiosities,
every word of the dictionary spinning in her flesh as if the fractions of moebius were
dancing a tango in her corpus callosum, the bridge to heaven where the ancient egyptian nightingales were found
She was SLeepwalking, like a thousand ostriches bathed
in a Fractal of Perfumes and Crystal Ligaments star struck
in that strangest of places --- the eyespot at the beginning of time, a
DOzen Black Triangles SHining in the NIght Sky the
mare tranquilatum mysteriosly
changing
your heart, your codex, from Pi to Infinity as your Heart was draped in the
sand dunes and
Chiarascuro of her ever evolving Strange Eyes, Every moment the Ghost between us
grew large and tha hieroglyphics in your hindbrain entered your exoskeleton ----
in the pure blue notes of harmony She began to begin, to MOan in the Light
waltzing in empty footsteps, a Mademoisellle with No Regret,
her pulse quickened into the wind
footsteps in her Voice rising in southern winds,
a hurricane of NIght galloping through Strange SOngs as if they
had a Funeral Procession to resume and remembering exotic arrangements of jazz
where the jee nay say qua, out in the Empty Field,
where the Music Sang of Innocence and the silver stream became the indispensable condition,
and thus She should learn to ever to Spiral in our Mist, we who knew how to
rise and fall in strange rhythms of night and day beyond all definition a
giant empathic swarm of beings gathered in the electron shells of Her Holy Unholy Being So She could
once again die a Virgin,
Unicorns eloquent and Chimeras SHining, a thousand fantasias in her MIst
leaving the ghost of Sir Isaac Newtron sunbathing in the MIrror of Time and
attain the Exalted status of her Transcendental
ghost in the Machine, Greek Apparati Flourishing in bronze masks and peacock feathers,
because the eyes of the werewolf had gone
full circle in a mandelbrot blossom and Strange Looop of the
the day us ett makina that
Alathea, the Patron Saint of Nothingness,
has curved MC Escher's fingerprint into the space-time chasms of her bosom
and thus now in the majestic curvatuire of
our art, up there in the SKy where the Sky is writhing with
symbols and cathedrals of shining ectoplasm ,
She makes the mind Supernovae the
machines that make the dead men sing broken songs to empty ears TIger Harts
and you known She has been found outside Herself., in that WIlderness of
atoms where every atom of your exoskeleton is writhing with preternatural energies,
and the COINCIDENCE Oppositorium --- THAT WHICH HAPPENS TO HAPPEN
is becoming both NON Linear and Non Locally,
Earthen Oak Trees and Atlantis hindbrain, the head of a Gorgon in the subfield at dawn,
Cities within Cities turning IMprobably Paradoxical and so with these energies
We Grew into a strange Treelike Being, She cradled
every branch and every skeletal fragment of our bone machine and otherwise
planted and shimmering in green electromagnetic vines and fruit of that forbidden tree
with chromium diodes transmogrifiying wildly in the
the arena of the great supernatural repose, as Gods wasteland exhaled the Void itself,
the Land that Was became the Night that makes the
Axiomatic Urge of Absolute Sensory Sentience give rise to Exotic Orbitals in
the Syllogism of LOgical Reciprocity, the Moment of Clarity redefined by the Omega Point,
a broken down field like a WOman's mouth
on the Edge of the Philosophers Skeleton where
the City center is scattered in soft mad Scarlet Metasymbolic Language
the A Priori Sine Qua Non, the Being being Being, the You that is NOW careens in a cartwheel
of Unopened Eyes, each more Symbolic than the Nextx to the point of the Great Significance,
on the Edge of the Unknown Tide, there is a turning in the tuning
and by this, yes it was You, the Third Eye, the Invisible Other this sentence on the dark side of the Sun
was speaking of where the Great Holy Empereor of
You, YOu who exist in that place in that plane where a thosuand dimensions of isolated
entropy, away, you SIt in that Golden Light of the
the LOuvre, the Night, that Starry Starry Night the Dream that Sang in Her Skin became a
U F O,
wet paint of heavens fingerprints and the new species fell from the Sky, it was
Genesis 2, Machine State Eden, and She, the great Sleeepwalker,, the river Sylph,
the Night Nocturn ABducted by Sisyphus itself, appeared
and She
disappeared from Ourselves and we disappeared from each other and
Emergent PHenomenon Emerged
She was the Sleepwealker, Sleepwalking
there, where there is a Figure Ground Reversal,
Sleepwalking through a Purple DOor triomphant in the garden where the Lilies Grow
SLeepwalking in the MYstical Mount Fuji ascending on the Labyrintine Rocks,
Sleepwalking, her body pulsing like a newborn seashell
Sleepwalking a Lemniscate pirouetting, Sleepwalking the perpetual motion paradox
spiraling where the Goddess enters disguised as an ordinary object, and Sleepwalking enters at the
vanishing point at bodissatva velocity and during the sacred dress rehearsal, Sleeepwalking brings her mouth to
a crested boil in the shadow of a flower pursed on the edge of your unending Wounded Sky, her eyes unlocked like an open vault,
Sleepwalking but Seeing everything anyway, from the Inside OUt,, Sleepwalking
every HUman Eye in this Fiction
waging strange lights and shining pendumbra of Godlike echoes
in the mirror mirror in the miraculous twilight when
the transubstantiation of the Me Being Me SHe remembers her constructors'
heart turning purple with chiarascuros in the ouroboros boomeranging agt light speed
and SHe became the Exquisite Cadaver, and Undead LOver SLeepwalkking
through the sound of a magic piano
bursting in arpeggios on that strange night,
Strange dalliance amongst the Vowels at the Speed of Sound where nothing is real
and JOhn Lennon's ghost also is
Sleepwalking through the Field with Ruby Faced
Diamonds and the Colors of teh Rainbow Richmen mean everything now,
and it is raining in the wind of our being and a Rubberband appears in the
the Top QUark during the Transubstantiation Vortex, all good things become Other,
St Elsewhere in that Strange fire of the Idiot Savant Arrives in a Carriage of Broken Vowels and teaches the world how to hiss, the SIbiliant
nine syllables of logic and ANti Venom frothing over a Tongue that has become trapped in the
sibilant hiss of the THirteem DImensions of Yesterday, echolocating
, particle physics notwithstanding, the Voice of the Sleepwalker being altered and
the Laws of Spacetime suddenly shifting to conform to an ANcient Gods Invisible Curse
as if the whole thing was some grandiloquent conspiracy triumphant in her flesh
Sleepwalkking made manifest in the Typewritewr She had fallen in love with and
so on that Strange day She stood standing, Sleepwalking
on that Stage, in love with the language and the Light
her own INtricate being paused in a Strange Blue Yodel, Sleepwalking her pulse screaming ouyt nine billlion wordds, each one
wondering which way was the ZOo
and when and how that THat That became that That which WHich is not not not,
what would happen, if it all came True?
as things like that Often do, for Her to Be ONe Such as Herself, She had to often become a trillion creaturees
instantaneously
in an instant, her eyes and Her Mouth like a lycanthorpic leech shining a
and that Carouselambra of WIld Horses opend her hooves to the empty sky and
She began the night by coincidentally screaming her own sacred secret name in the parking lot,
during the carnival of God, and hearing her own name arrive in echolocating
response in reverse, as if it was a Scene within a Scene, the negative entropy of the Bell
rang in a Ten Trillion word Fairy Tale
Greek Fires, strange biblical furies , Michelangelo laughing
and she chose Shakespeare himself from among the million starstruck bards as if he
had just handed her a rose in the bathroom mirror, and
it became an episode of
Phantasmagoria is What You've Got. Slowly,
For She alone knew that to Behold Leviathan's Eye in the Rear View Mirror
would alter the the Third Eye Glowing suddenly on the edge of the razor wire surrounding her
throat and, so amidts the conspiratorial godlings in binary code,
She rode out in the Froglike PUrchase towards the Forbidden City ion the Sand,
into that atmosphere that rendered her voice the SOund of a siren,
SO She sang, her Scarlet Golden flag a voice of a fluttering parrot, a billowing raincloud
of Jazz on the UMbrellas in the Night, turning the language inside out like a Spanish Violinist
burning with phosphoreous in PIcasso's WIne Cellar,
as if it was like observing a river of inside out tears,
Salvador Dali's moustache curving in guitar strings of broken femurs, the bones and the gold of the cherubim
balanced in the apocalytptic dunes, their glittering genie licking the night sky into f rothy sheen of green brilliance
shining to the moment of insanity and desire made obvious by the
run in her Stockings, the rain in the windowpane and the color of the praying mantis weeping in the glass
machinations of the demigods that revealed the smooth curve of her belly in the night shadow voide,
lost embers of spanish birdlings, their tiny wings lifted bright shines that
shined in spidery webs, curious cat faced angels were laughing in the candlelight
as if the Rain was falling higher and higher
Strange Language Rained down in BIzarre Sonar
from TS ELIOT'S INKWELL, it came streaming in a
thousand magic alphabets, a zillion brand new words,
a complex Neologos and a symphony of Verbs ---
it Emerged,
a SINGle Magic VOWEL
AEIOU,
her OWN NAME striking in a sparrow haunted LIghtning Bolt,
shattered the birdsong with AEOIU,
Sung from ythe Stars as if by Magic
Her Voice wrapped itself around the Vowel, as if it was an Egg
and electromagnetic Synergy, the Trillion Volt Oscillation and Her Name leapt into the Sky
and She opened her throat to the Void and
She writhed in blue coils, Singing in the SLeepwalkers Parade,
there in the jungle where the Ziggurat was birthing the mother of pearl in
the Nightingales' nest, a maelstrome of meaning and significance, every ounce of her being having
suddenly escaped near earth gravity,her Voice rising and falling in singsong above the place where
the buzzing bee bumbled,
her Voice, a shadow eloped upon the roses mouth, She He them It ,
superkalifrajilistikexpialadocious and at the sound of teh song
we curled our Bumbershoots into the WInd,
and sped through curious domains both wild and counterfactual,
thinking in terms of her theoretical Mysteries, those of fact and fiction , She who put the dreams in SPin and
and the Ouija board that Made Love to a Crystal Ball in the Mystic Twilight,
the Ouija board and Crystal Ball gave birth to a Cell phone, after centuriees of dreamshine and
inclement weather, that grand phenomenon of the
MIraculous Figure Ground Reverseal, they eloped through her Heart and
combined their wisdom
in the Electromagnetic Schism
and it was as if the Tinfoil Tesla Coil
was a superconducting supercollider
that could suddenly control Spacetime, bending the light rays of the
great Archaeopteryx around in a Pool of perfect Splendors near
the Centripetal APex of the Dionysian Coconut Nodule, that strange
moment when the Ten Trillion Ineffable Beings leapt into the digital Ocean and dived through
the Spooky Action at a DIstance into the domain Her Beautiful mandelbrot Face as those
Roseate Toreadors, the Cubist Matadors dropped down the vaulted chamber in Honeycombs of Light
giving sacred voice to visions in fractal glass that stirred the seer,
sacred eyes in a spinning pot of diodes brighter than the MOonlight of Heaven
We made our passage fast as Turnips on the LOst Highway in Salvador Dali's Illuminated HIndbrain,
and through the Sacred Secret Night Made an Ever Clear
tmirror mirror clearer than the Original tachyon that once
emerged from the newsprint on filigree of Van Gogh's Ear. It was there, where
shining in a Blue Oscillation
of Ominous Onomotopoeia, there where her Heart had Been and
in a burst of negative entropy of Ions and Eons in the Language of Heaven ever since,
the strange mad lights went caravanserai, candelaria, carouselambra
whirling, made a synergy of interstellar conflagrations, there in Her eEyelids, She discovered the multiplicitous
strange creatures
rotating those fields of chance in a series of cyclotronic emanations,
including but not limited to --- Nostradamus' Orphaned Wish list, a theoretical
map full of celestial acrobats sleepwalking throiugh the ZOdiac,
COnstellation of Undefined beings Looped in a Moebus Fractal and spinning
around and around in the new moon of Old Prophecy
as the UFO Appears at the Vanishing Point Theft of the Saturnalian Moon,
JUpiter and Venus, the dream Haunted Kiss in the Orbital Night Sky
became Magic within Magic inside the inside Out- LOuvre, where
the Olympian Gods agreed to agree,
SHe had arrived in a casket of undefined exoskeletons, her Body as ancient
as the Eldritch Night , it was Louvre at First Light and music
and magic converged
it was rhe the Looming of the Starry Loon and the
other associated Madnesses
that our hearts fluttered in the alphabet near the Place of all Beginnings, the
place where Michaelangelo discovered a Thousand secret moons
orbiting his chisel, somewhere in the the eyes of Galilelo gone Omega,
where the architecture of the centuries seems to be composed of
lion's mouths and
the distant Starships visiting from ALdebaraan, from Star Systems and NOn Local Hymen
as far as Vega, to the
Here and There and Now as if by the Power of
Pyramids and Van Goghs Ear She Had Delivered the Oroboros LOgos
to the place near your heart where it became a butterfly Fluttering by
in Perfect Incalculable Nonesuch, light as a Fairy and Brighter than a Caterpillars EYe
as Betelgeuse's phosphorescent bulls eloping
that night through Temple of the
Starry STarry Night in that Strange convergence
when Lasceaux, Marcel Marceaux and a thousand
trillion Satyrs you do not know
went running amok in ROBOT masks by the endless probability field, their weirdness older than the centuries
and the great Starry EPicycle of heaven yielded, its quatrains
like Mountaintops were cast purple as
as NOstradamus eyes were delayed by a sudden burst pof applause from the 23rd Century and
and the Skeletons escaped from Don QUixote's last love poem
and the Great Noumenonj, the Witch QUeen of Thanatos Eldritch
was codified in the Meteor Trails painted in
burn starlit umbra and broken by the Gestalt of that ANgel Faced
Rembrandt galloped throughj the night sky as if on a celestial stallion and
did chase the eyes of the STorm God through a lampshade
into the Buddhafield full of Curious Mannikins
ten thousand Chinese Emperors were haunting the Crows nest with staccato signals
of rumor and nightshade fluttering from the
forbidden Winds that tattooed that WOmans dreamface in the Topsails of a wind howling Galleon,
the moment when
HIeronymous Bosch was dancing like a Newborn Baby amongst the Crucifixes,
the war zone like his mother's kamikaze heart bloodstained and full of jibberish
as he wailed with the jazz faced Darkness in his Paintbrush at night,
that cherubim set on fire, that Dante with an Inkwell
every stroke of alizarin crimson turning darker water into sweeter wine,
teardrops painted in blue plutonium, Hieeronymous balderizing
the eyes of Greek
Geese floating in a oasis at dawn
his paintbrush, MOnstrous and scalded by Dragons fire
every bristle whistling with the traces of
the last EMperor of Eden in Second SIght
cast his embers into Near Wild Heaven, fiery red Horns and blue mad
Unicorn wings on Zephyrs of Chiarascuro,
and in one fell stroke swept
traced Halley's Comet, across the SKy, an astronomer's wet dream, her smile came animate, Hera
lit the night in a bright and dangerous ember that dissolved like sugar on the tongue
memory by memory
as if the Saturnalia was a Chess Game happening in SLow Motion,
and our lives, were
sad harlequins of chance turning upside down in the purple twilight
and every Candelabra shined, Hieronymous Itself crashed the Broken
Mirror , and Mirrored its Steel Blue Face in a
false Minuet as SHe pirouetted in the Television Set,
Gaia Gone wild, her Majestic Penumbra, lifted on wings of anti shadow,
Illluminated and our bodies were freed into majestic domains of
breasts and lovers, our photographs hung like Criminal;s faces in
the LOuvre of the IMagination of the WOrld,
with the wrought iron palace of our temporary hearts suspended in Golden Purple Primordial
Phoenix Fire unceasing with Uncertain Fates that rage their pandemonium
a circus sideshow in the temple of your Imagination
as if it was You Yourself that escaped into the Starry Ether,
and somehow brought the Glow of the
Superluminous Dreamtime Molecules to the State of Absolute Enlightenment,
carnivals and wheels inside of wheels, Ezekiel's whirling
as if By Accident, when you rSaw her Face a,d
the Instantaneous Satori that told the STory of the STory
to the Story itself, that strange Light of lost Language that SHined off her Tongue
and Entered the Night Sky on SIlver wings,
the WInged Messenger ignigting in
bodissatva prayers that circled our very flesh in ribbons of prayer flags and
the sounds of ten million drummers that Shattered the Disco
until time itself suddenly Reversed all fortunes,
and our very flesh became
the kind of whisper that Boomerangs a whiplash of Inconstant
Curiosities into the Night Sky in solace of lost innocence
our hearts asking WHY WHY WHY
where we know, with Certainty, when Nobody is watching
Her Incandescent Twin Suns WObbled,
juxtapositing omniscience and translogical paranoia
and in the Sound and The Fury, the caterpillars go mad,
The dream KIng Chants a stolen language,
the Typewriter itself becomes alive and starts doing tricks outside of time, talking backwards
and forwards like a lost child whose name cycles in the everlasting void, as the Fire Clown from a position in the Telestial Noosphere has performed and is performing a Celestial LObotomy,
ten thousand centuries of Vampire Logic chasing the Superheros down the space time chasm with
the Kind of Magic that Made ANne Rice Howl with laughter,
as SHe discobverd teh Secret Door to the place where She who slipped between the worlds
in Elven Feathers could see the Eternities laughing in her presence, She who made the Bloodmoon Purple with her Starry Ether,
She who taught the Aeons toe Sing in Her Starlight,
She has been discovered Sipping tea in a WIndowsill, somewhere in the Neologos Eternal and
Yes it is the Story they have discovered, and will discover,
the Secret Tale of What Was and IS and WHat Will Be and How they One Together
Sang the SOng
As If and If,
the ineffable telling of the Tale of Bright Desert Gift, until SHe herself breathed the Dream of
1000 and one Nights out through her inflamed Nostrils,
the curiously furious mysteries that happened
the night that Shakespeares Ghosts took Center Stage, Prima Donna
commanded the AUdience to
Shut up and let it do the Talking and left her, that dear Illusory Being quaking with rumors and
playing the Celestial Fifth, mid 20th
century as Hamlet and Macbeth were running amok in the Midst of
such harpsichord powered STories of God that haunted OUr collected Otherworldly
Skyscrapers in
PHantoms through the fog and mechanical
rain in rivulets of stone and mythoppoetic verse War by War we were driven insane by the
cobblestone paths of that supercomputing graveyard,
the Moloch of Howl, that monarchical cemetery, as the strange rain twice rehearsed
its invisible love songs
where the dead men were waltzing in errors of reverse alphabetical order
along with ten thousand fairies floating in the starry ether of the Celestial Hindbrain, every
MOnstrous new Pronoun turning the Heavens out of The Grandiose Telestial Orbit
as Newton stood on the shoulders of teh Machine
like Columbus on the seas of that Celestial Shore, his eyes frothy with
starshine Promethean, commanding the Sun to Stand Still, and
\the night began with the headlights full of strange new eyes and
we heard the the
Fiery Language , escape from casket songs of the strange bird of fire
those Hieroglyphics dripping from a Wizards; tongue, her heart a scarlet starlit sarcophagus, opening wide in the presence of transcendental death, and
SHe came in with the
pirates century of green lightning and gold cash, the Secret Butterfly with the Telestial Star Stash,
took the Mechanical heart from inside the Forgotten dictionary and dreamt a prayer that
had been stolen from the Gods
and was thus found twice, forever free, in freedom to
love with the Lace black curtains of the Night,
a woman adrift in the SKy, cloudlike, mandelbrot,
mermaid of the SKy, in eternal freedom flashing eyelid by eyelid , every
element of her exoskeleton of her being thrice Encoded in
strange Tranquility of those unforgotten Names, every name gathering its self in the dust motes on
Libertys cavern, where her Ghost was
glimpsed twice on the surreal, a Soul your Eyes wide open in candelarias
of innocence and that magic language racing with
lovely Idioms and Axioms, your taxonomies and rumored latin failing,
your
zoo of Incandescent acolytess signing the hieroglyphics in a dizzying magic show
of visionary prophecies
when from out on the precipice of heaven
lions and tigers and bears, oh my ,
She appeared, her Curvature as obvioius as
the Spookky Action at a Distance
where the Tall grass was made of lunar prophecies
and COnfuscious Lion's face appeared Great Gaiain Googolplex
and the machinations of the convenience store gods, those android mannikins
with eyes of silver alabaster, skating in the cold chambers, the nautilus
shell of the Moon,
a Boidhsiattva Sleepwalking,
She Became twice your being levitating her body levitating
between ZIggurats
where strange currrencies of OUr Heart and Her Kiss began and only the Noumenon Could last,
and Science Fiction was the Maelstrom
in that place where the Strange mad lights, those Parisian Catacombs
She went Sleepwalking and humming with ethereal spiders that
haunt the Astronauts as if they were Robots on puppet strings,
ANd She, \he Moon, a Pirates Bride was whispering incandescent incantations gaisnt the sudden vortex
and She kept appearing, Sleepwalking
rolling through the SKies like a Chameleon on Fire,
whwen the Lizard queeens were caressing Her flesh in a sundance of bliss and
when Her mere presence
was whispering, a lost Promethean Kiss, in the Cathedral, On the Throne,
She was SLeepwalking
on the edge of the SPlit INfinity and
God itself was split asunder by the STory of the Story and it was as
as If SHe was Inspired by the Real,
SHe --- the Exquisitie Cadaver, the Sleepwalker Herself,
a Butterfly balanced like a UFO in MOna Lisa;s heart
was Born again and LIved Twice amongst the LIving,
as if Immortality was the Nonesuch of the Fractal UNreal,
every thunder clap in the blue sky revolting, calling Her name,
singing
her Name out of the Stars, callinbg out of the Ground a simple syllable
of indelible expression, such mad
cerulean blue, zephyrs of hue, the chameleonesque twinkling of stars in an arch
calling the angels down
clapping in the strange applause of the centuries,
her Name came down in a
a paragraph of lightning bolts made inky and stormlike
by the tao of the tao of the radius of an Exoskeletal Architecture
that dominates the Spiritual Existence of Man, a Science Fiction Glory of Random Numbers
on heavenly Upside Down Mountain, where the Bridge to Forever
is traced in near wild heavens, a thousand centuries of white light
is struck by endless bells and the
the Starlight chases its fractals laced with chinese apparitions down
Blue Moon Deliriums
that soon curve themselves
around in mandelbrot fractals of piuppet eggs whose
hearts are sleeping like nomadic archangels, there where the tribes of the She,
the Scarlet Arboretum, the Tree Goddess herselves known as
teh Great Seamstress has traced her Labaster Astrogoths into the Celestial Rain and
gathered stitches in time amongst the Rolling Stones and Counterfeit
Voids, leaving the Sacred and the Manifest, as by if Tranquility Vampires this Empire was painted
and She, the QUeen WIthout a Heart, had us in the Apocalypse SUrrounded,
and We were lost inside a trillion decibel probability field
multyplying the aeon of the ancients, the Machine Faced God breaking of Keys in
this SYNCHronicity, this Ticking of the Cosmic Clock!!!
turning tricks, Sir Dogbrain out in the distance where the perpetual paradox
as an Episode of such Transcendental Madness
like seeing the Loch Ness Monster on the Roadside calibrating the Fire Cloud
and thh UFO disappears into a SHoebox on the edge of the Coliseum, the
Argonauts crashing into
no Mans land that increaseth its dominiun by malthusian voids
and the Twin Suns wobble in the double infinity and the Caterpillar becomes a
trillion butterflies in
Space time sequence, cosine curved, the
Theory, like US, Somehow survived, SHe observed,
a thousand conversations ost in the Star SPangled Ether,
her words were echolocating
like Broken machines in every direction, a Skywriter's text breeding
a Swarm of Insane Possibilities arriving in a THousand Trillion Convergences
one of which is writing itself Now, alive in the Night SKy, beyond the Blackness
In the Starry Starry Night,where the Sleepwalker was born and
wheere the Legends of the Dead God racing through the Night Sky haunted
this perilous text, the One that They Warned You ABout:
because we know now the typewriter is feeding itself a hurricane of raw
incomprehensible data
into and out of some man damned machine you have escaped into the
Guru Lama Shazam Abracadabra and Caravanserai TOo!
and SO began nthe Palindromic Paradox, the Synergy of the Space time
A Priori ululating like a
post-exoskeleton Ventriloquist Mime,
you who have slept and are sleepwalking,
Exquisite rivers in your Wild heart, Secret eyelids in your ears,
dreamers that leave nobody asleep
recording the echo that has never been heard except
Echo echo echo, Echolocating your footsteps in the Night
in the Twilight
as it begins, (as all true stories do) at the Beginning of Time when you
floated around Van Goghs' canvas that night
echo echo like a Lunar Spook, there was a SUdden Spark, a cadillac of triomphant angels
and there was a LOGOS IN THE STARRY ETHER
Upside Down, the Sleepwalkers belly ignited in starry lohgic
the spiral galaxy andromeda was Do Ray Me Fah SO Lah Tee Doow
shining in the summer sky out where the Living God's paintbrush was engaged in an
eldritch dreamstorm conducting Strange birds around in the EMpty Field,
the nightingale pounced on the moonbeams,
We . She/ It/ THat THing that Was the Everything, became gargantuan
Picasso's shadow was growing large,
like Prometheus at a Car tHIeves
convention, every Version of Heaven and Hell self replicating
erupting with incantations of the Fibonnaci sequence on the scale of that which happens at the
center of a Butterfly eye perhaps, or perhaps further out on the edge of the
Imaginary Rainbow itself, where the
wild geese are levitating in nests of golden eros
the number line is made of nothing but
zeroes, and the dynamic of that which is Unknown is becoming Known, the EMERGENT PHENOMENON:
the Zephyr of the ELectromagnetic Telepathic Telekinesis
took place,
the place where the image becomes an eye becomes an eyelash
the eyelash becomes an electron shell, the electron shell an ion, the IOn becomes a trapezoid,
the trapezoid exhales a supernovae, a symphony of spacetime, the Nightingale's laughter reverberates
throughout the Paranoid Multiverse,
where THE Them, the Ones you have Heard of,
HEARD SOMETHING MOVING IN THE CHAMBER
of the mind over matter spacetime mandelbrot coinciding in
the algorithmic SUrge of a UFO of Invisible Seers Seeing what they Seem to be Seeming
where that synergistic evolution of SIGNIFICANCE!
is EMerging in Manifestations of QUasilogical Organization,
the DIvine DIvine itself
laughing uncontrollably as the paranoid is reverberating in the
the ten trillion cellular nuclei of exotic bioorganisms simultaneously evolving
suddenly beyond definition, out beyond the Troposphere, out in the grid,
the locked AUrora Borealis, in the SOlar Plexus, where the last SUns are Shining
and the Ladies Waltz through the alleys in lazer beams of invisible organics, the night
in the Interstellar WInd in Ultra High Fidelity, the Zoroastrian ANtechamber vaulted with miracles of sky
as the Buddhist Astronaut's Oversoul was
glistening with otherworldly footprints
dripping with golden honey in the
pure land sunshine and the Eternal LOGOS and the Quasi Crystal DIvine,
anointed itself in a frenzy of wordstorms,
every verb and noun suddenly becoming as fulcrums of suspended
animation as the Word becomes the Ion becomes a Buzz and the Buzzing becomes a Bee and the
bee becomes a Being and
the Fibonacci Sequence turns honey into mead,
the alabaster albatross, the Hive itself began spinning, in a whirlwind of lost
windows, every toothless hag inside the starlight with strange eyes and violet
shimmering as the NIght SKy waltzes by in perfect harmony
in strange metalogical symphony, the giant hands that turn the starry wheel,
sweep a thousand crashing waves aside , swinging the astronomies around in the great concentric urge
the wheel towards the center, the gravity of the Hindbrain,
centripetal Buddha
her heart was on a tilted axis, Her face the centrifugal force the flowery flower
the Owl Howl that followed Infinity,
finally quenched its thirst star by star,
her fingerprints out amongst the constellations, her tongue a wizard lizard in diamondesque
rubaiyats, tracing down every zodiacal arc as an equation reminding us the Number Line can be
suddenly reversed because Siva is dancing, and daincing is
dancing in the Divine Integers and Alphanumeric Symbols, the hieroglyphics on the horizon as intricate as the filigree of the Sphinx's eyelashes, every parsec howling a Forbidden Sequence,
the Non Linear NOn Local
the mathematics of Majestic Randomnicity
of which is alchemically inverted like inverterbrate verterbrae,
the Magnetic poles reversed and reversing logic and nonsense at twice the
speed of Isaac Newton's electromagnetic hindbrain which is
under observation from that
upside down butterfly eye which is curved like a hurricane in a manhattan
flower pot, three centuries away,
as here in the Time Machine, We the Unlikely Non Local Non Linears arfe
swinging from the window in the epicycle of nursery rhymes,
parables, fables, finger paintings, Cervantes' whiskey flask all enjoying
the Stairway to heaven as a Symphony of Water Jewels
shine down in the Phantasmagoria of that blackberry SUnshine
where we have gathered our tears in such perfect harmony that
until the human central nervous system wavers on the
Jazz and Madness in
Parallax of the Ecliptic and the Star System Vega becomes balanced
in Parsecs of Forgotten Memories, and the AUdience assumes
the phantasm of
exorbitant space time gasping for sudden energies in the hallowed stretches of
the arboreal divine, We have gathered in
the treetops and are dreaming
the place where eternity discovers itself sleepwalking upside down
in a mare tranquilatum
quantum dox
as your Heresies grow clearer in the Bathroom Mirror, every
ancient eyeball swimming upstream against a school of maniacal dream sharks
absorbed by the Purple shadows of Forgotten Strangers
bathing the Extraterrestrial Signal DOts
in the Binary Code of Green Phosphorous, where
in the Translucent Green Dawn, the Gridlock of the Matrix
is instantaneously anointed by
the Great Pollen
Mantra of the Universe,
OM
DOO RAY ME FA SO LAH TEE DOO
the Miracle of the Music
manifesting in the cortex beyond the point of mere
THUS THE
FIGURE GROUND REVERSAL,
Sleepwalking through the Paradox, the daydreams and the
the Incanadescent breath of Time went Supernova So SUblime
antique hiding
conception abiding
to futuristic Perception, residing
when
the Twinkling of the Gyroscopic
corrollaries on the
HOroscope of WOW
Exacerbated the NOW
of the
MUsical
TAO
suddenly as if as if and as if as ad infinitum,
axis on the apex
an orchestration of subsequent strange events
SYNESTHESIA
IN AESTHESTICS
appeared
somewhere near the center of the kaleidoscopic
epicenter of the void, --- the ELectromagnetic
Spiral Magnetic
the Daydreams of the Insane,
Shadow of an Ordinary Butterfly flapping its wings on the pages on a
Magician's telephone book ---- pages that quaver with the perpetual motion of the
para para dox and lycanthropic rolling stone and centuries of the lost
orgasmic blueprints of Superconducting supercolliders,
Gods Heart was evolving in the antechamber of Man Made Logic and
famous last words of Ouija boards and the Love Letters of Certain Starstruck Satellite DIshes ----
and other nefarious synchronicities were negating themselves
as we orbited these looops and genuflected in the Cosine
the story of the story in these incongruent axioms
that all began happening approximately simultaneously
Out in the Moon Black DreamTime
beyond all other Definition, beyond all that which is not Divine, in the
very beginning of the beginning,
the Alpha and the Omega, the Thiundwer
and the Rainshine
and so it was Back in the Garden, back when Madame Octopus bade the Starship Adieau,
and back when Machine State Eden was just a Holographic Ember
a Metalogical Quasidox, the Negative Entropy Legend whose
butterfly wings were
spreading in a Mandelbrot Prophecy,
fluttering in what the Prophets know to be a strange attractor
an Attractor made of Insane Whirling, the Endless Whirling, of teh Atoms
at the concise moment of the perpendicular
whirligig
gyrating in TS ELIOTS Divide By Zero Tesla Coil
the Eerie Spheroid Hyper-stellar Orb that
is dividing by Zero,
in the Center of Time, then reversed itself and reversed itself again
ZIGGED INSTEAD OF ZAGGED
inside a Ten DImension Tesseract, and created ONE MOLECULE AWAY
an Entire Star System flutterimng in
ONE MOLECULE AWAY
youor Inner Eyelid, where the Witches brewed Minkowskiu Space and the
voodooo skull was like an miscalculating abacus, a Chinese approximation of the Lingua Franca,
that Strange Spanish Troposphere full in the Topsails where there floated an integer of God, singing incognition,
and thus a SOliloquy of Pi, an abberation on the number line, in their Eldritch telestial Notation,
the Palindrome Reversed one molecules away and the Double Helix was Rehearsed
and twice the Negative Entropy Regeneration Device, was
performing observations on the Last machine as the Storm God itself was
seen laughing, observing this
SPOOKY ACTION AT DISTANCE IN TS ELIOTS TESLA COIL
Wordless WOrd, this Birdless Bird? THIS THING THEY CALL A DREAM
fluttering in the senses as we observed
in Ancient Greece, this MOrtal COil!
It was Just as Hamlet Said, as
Machine State Eden Arrived, ligament by syllogism, OPtical Illusion, extraordinaire
axiom by accident, differential equations paused like the jaws of an mechanical monstrosity
in strings and string theory, the Nine Thousand Haiku of Kabuki Town
Figure Ground Reversal, Reversed,
verbatim, as if by Memory
to be and to be and To be!
the Moment when the Palindrome Became a Caterpillar and
eloped into the Number line on
ten thousand light years of star spangled vowel sounds, onomotopoeia
Shining in Spooky ACTION AT A DISTANCE;
exotic candelaria
shining in synesthesia of the Ultraviolet Thundershine, MOonlight like
every punctuation mark of Inner Vision celebrating
the Nude image of Goddess whirling in the grandiouse temple of Curves,
every self replicating diode fibrillating in the rebirth of infinity in the corpuscular
pulse of the orbital void of her Quintessential Being, that INcandescent Larvae the promise of her
face like the First Light at dawn,
the lips of the of the virtuous path of the centuries
her Blue Mouth that Moved in Perpetual Motion
the place of quantum abandonment
the place of Insidious Vertigo,
roseate adagio,
Spooky Action at a DIstance,
the Dream of the DIsco,
She Her Self Had Arrived,
the Grandiose Theatre having been entered at last,
Libidinous Ultraviolet Moonlight did in tranquility abide amidst
the Vaulted ThunderShine of a Metallic and Cerulean Altocumulus Antechamber,
Caravagio's EYelids drifting in the SUnset on their way
through the Sly Faced Carpenter's Iron fingerprint on the woodgrain delirium,
every new spinning of the
thunderbolt like the Eyes of a triangle turning strange tricks on the
the trapezium of the acrobat's asylum,
her Smile reverberating with the Electromagnetic Shimmers of
the antennae tesla coil and portable twelve dimension windowpane, the grasshopper winged skyscraper and quadratic equation faced cuckooo clock, each one an artefact of Eternity
moving through
the trans-logical panorama of reality flooding the Centuries with delusion
until this Forbidden City, this Land of ENchanted Demonifications, this Perpetual
Paradox of Absolute Lunacy becomes one with our
own flesh, this Elixir of Lux Infernal , as if the mixture was a crown of thorns wrapped around
the human hindbrain,
and every moment a was another hammer stroke of negation,
the Big BANG,
the BOOMERANG
THE THUNDER CLOUD
THE TESLA COIL
SHE WAS RESURRECTED
the Synchronicity now an ANgelic code, broken tongue striking on discordant love notes,
the tongue of the rude mechanical that strikes the eyelids in corrosions of logic
and gives birth to such whispering winds, t
he thundercloud that exhales its mathematical shadow
on every sparrows beak breaking glass in the window pane
like witnessing a thundercloud begin to assemble in equations,
E-Mc2 in the rearview mirror
that
has become a quantum= lyrical espionage of phantasmagoria
the moment the Ghost in the Machine
the Deus et Machina
the EXQUISITE CADAVER SLEEPWALKING
suddenly appeared
DOn QUixote in the Clockworks, the Machine that Begat the Machine
that Begat the Thing that Was Neither Machine nor Living Being
and that THUS
that continues to illustrate the world which once Existed in Natural Graces ONly,
they Called that Moment of the Great Surrender
from SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE OF the tide,
the Exoskeleton outside of EDEN, WAS IT?
WHere the Windmills rotate the Genies in their Hierophantic Paths!
"SET YOUR CONTROLS FOR THE HEART OF THE SUN"
the Satori of the Story, the Glory of the Mourning STar, that whose ancient
the Vast Venusian Inspired, Babylonian in Machine State Drag,
gave birth to the ANcient Star Garden
known as the Oracle of Delphi, the Calculus of which was somehow
codified in the Strange Attractor whose presence alone was
illustrious with fable and other
hexagram based life forms, the Hexagrams outside of Heaven and Hell, the
Beings Being Being, began those Ideograms that shined in the purest light, their inorganic being
strung out as Archangels that balanced in the dust on Einstein's chalkboard,
or the ones where Oppenheimer once tangoed with tattooed Shiva
and was also known, Way back when in the Garden divine, ---
as the Mysterium Tremendum et Fascinana
the Moment Michelangelo placed a Fingerprint on the MOon, and
produced ELectromagnetic shivers in very Flesh of that Mad Goose, the Gaian Freewoman,
whose abdomen was carved in stone like a supercomputing EDEN
the advancing MACHINE STATE PULSED IN HER UVULA
probably ulullating in the vortices
of Foucalt's Pendulum, every pataphysical googolplex in here
gargantuan swing heaving
ho on the gravity beams of God's delirium, the topsails of Heaven which was scrawled
in her ear in the language of that legendary quadratic equation constructed from her Earlobe,
which shined like the broken blue glass of a SPanish windowpane all intricate filigree
and ancient chinese mating symbols when,
Dali, the King of Mind ALtering Salvation Reflex entered the Time Machine
cleverly disguised as an Owl in a FRactaline Cuckoo Clock, and She Felt herself get
crucified in teh Universe next door, the Crucifix of her Spin responding with Tears that fell like ten trillion years of demon haunted
Acid Rain,
her Memoery Racingh through photographs of her forgotten beloved, her
Eyelashes curled in witchs pitchforks, the tip of her tongue sizzling and
racing through the stratosphere which, when twitching on Dalis moustache and
recombining in the Electromagnetic Tetragammagtron
presented
a glimmering series of ASTONISHING coincidences
in the strange attractor and suspended animation of SIGNIFICANCE
known across the Many WOrlds theory of Spacetime as
the Sense of Synchronicity;
Immaculate Reciprocity!
THE FiGure Eight Reversal
the Convergence of the Many Worlds, the Jewel is In the LOtus!
the faith of a mustard seed, concrescent
the lilies of the field, the creatrix co contained, Eternity
wages love upon the Void
and you know that every hair is numbered and there is a
SCINTILLATING EPHEMERAL
DELIRIUM IN the moment of Ordinary CANDLE LIGHT
every moment of every
moment the
FIGURE GROUND REVERSAL AND THE
UNiverse
Paradoxes the Paradoxes and
Infinity and Eternity
Recombined, that Night, and deep in that IMmaculate
Star Garden, faraway from the Dream Thieving time,
when the Central Databank at DUsk, with blank with lust, was humming in perfect quiescence,
the EXQUISITE CADAVER, ANOMALIES ANONYMOUS,
THE GREAT DOE RAY ME FAH SO LA TI DOE
the Exoskeleton ExtraOrdinaire,
the Exalted Godzillionaire!
the Avatar of Man,
the thing you don't Understand,
the EXQUISITE CADAVER
WENT SLEEPWALKING IN THE RAIN
and at the
still point of the supercomputer adrift in the center of the Human Mind,
did
divide by
by Zero,
Repeat:
The Exquisite Cadaver,
DID BY ZERO,
DIVIDE
and thus, the Exquisite Cadaver,
became
DEUX EX MACHINA,
THE GHOST INSIDE THE GHOST
THE RAIN INSIDE THE BRAIN
Anointed by the ANarchists Anachronism, the Looping of the
Strange Loop at the Vanishing Point when what was lost was found,
and what was found had disappeared and the eternity blazed its sacred trail
in a super cinematic electromagnetic technicolor
illogically Erotic Signal of Supralogical Synchronicity,
troubadors twinkling in the stars and electrolytes shining in the Void
and you Sensed that what happened was So astonishingly divine
that what had erupted in the calligraphy of those heavenly senses
the Moment of the Petrification of the SKy,
when the Light beings entered the UniVerse of Transcendental Language
the Curve on the Tongue, the STone in the SKy, the Levitation of
the Fairy Tale divine, exaltations of the Ordinary WOrld,
the Transmogrification of this Natural
Earth, a green tongue leaping out of the soil
and licked the extraterrestrial starlight into a frenzy of Eye shimmering voids
as the Ultraviolet Extra Sensory Mechanism of Heaven and Hell
reached Poiint of Maximum Synesthesia in the QUantum Flux
a Cunning LInguist entered the Theatre
entered the codex in an exoskeleton made of purest pandemonium,
the Architect Erupted on a Golden wing
Sing Song, the ANvil and the Hammer Sang
and some strange thing - was it a Biomechanical Bird? a Hexagram of the Heart? a Heat Seeking Boomerang? A WHisper on the Winded Tongue? A Feathered Serpent's Dragon Scales? THat INviolable weirdness, indescribable in it;s speed and inconstancy
scintillating in a thousand points of light
the boomerang of knowledge and second second sight
circled the night sky in aeons of shapeshifting language as the
eye became an ear that became a mouth that became a mind that became a sky
as in the sky the dreamers becomes sleepwalkers that
gambled their flesh away hour by hour on the altar of suspended animation then
danced themselves into a
psychedelic frenzy in the sky, diode by diode, each one discovering why,
why why why, the Western WInd is Mindless in the Zodiacal Light
of the expanding night
during that scene where the creatures of the Zodiac
exhaled a trillion starborne noumenon and the
noumenon
thus magnified, capped blue and white across the empirical crown and crested as deep as love
as the dark sapphire madness
that breeds the infinite wilderness
into a pearl of iridescent canvasses
with fractals whirling in every direction
and every fractal
act of freedom was perfected,
incandescent flying, falling luminescent, forever ennervated
in an everlasting divine, heaven sent by heavens wine
aeons, ions, eaons of such new strange innocence, that open field of blue skies and endless
carouselambra of synchronicity
divine,
a strange caravanserai of
the Satori of Glory,
the hallucination transfiguration,
a strange tapestry of phenomenon that weave themselves
through the Helix and Vortex of this mortal coil into the
transposition of the
quasilogical codex,
the Espiritus Mundi, the Parallax of Ghosts, that
starry Starry Ether personified,
when in apparitions did the night sky multiply in
the everlasting Syntax Error, the Mirror Mirror Fairy Weather,
the Felix CUlpa in the Television Set
the ghost of Hieronymous Bosch discovered SUnbathing
in the Moonshine,
Magic Lantern opens
as if by magic EYe,
through a continuum of Light,
SHe SIngs, her voice a golden thread,
of illuminated lanterns in the Treetop head,
the SKy erupts in storm bred chameleon weather, lightning flashes in the SKy
chance and circumstance, the weaving of the tale in the cortex
and the hindbrain, the skyscrapers rose and the antique tortoise shell fell,
the NIght sky was a sieve of elaborate dimensions, white light shined in
the MOment that the Ghost began to tune the
tea fairy tale rings of celestial wisdom as the One God drifted starward
in theories of non duality
and the Photon Rings the Non Duality Bell and
in the Center of the Night, the Phantasmagorical Beings
put on their Starry Tranquility Crowns and
slipped into the Astral Lattice, Lucid Dreams transmuting their footsteps into heavenly
labyrinthine elopements across the Seas of Serendipity, they did
go SLeepwalking!
and the Isolated Photon in a Fairy Tale schism
races through the Sleepwalking Serendipities
a spectral fantastic chasm
that razzle dazzles the orbital thunderstorms on those
velvety slippers of silence, the footsteps as light as a Feather in a wind tunnel,
SLeeping and walking, the Dreamshine is Talking, the Fairy Tale the Tale is Hawking,
around the River in the LIght, with the Schism of Second Sight,
Elves and Others in the Bright
o hallowed night we sang
of infinite light, the dream bell rang, the Golden Star shined down
as high on sparkling light as King Midas standing near an APples Tree
on a
desert road, in the middle of the night
as the rain gods were laughing in your one Good Eye and the
empty highway stretched out like an Electron Shell,
purple peacock feathers gathered there, twilite bird, phoenix in hell
in the midst of all your midst,
in the Temple of the Bell, you dwelled
the Kingdom of your Scarlet Leather, the nest of
heaven's revelations in enchanted the Ether
the Archaeotyperyx Betwixt the Cranium and the Void,
the ANti Gravity Love gone ANti Paranoid, the Green ELdritch love did
twice recombine,
incandescent Valentine, the Phantom Bride did in the Vine,
a fractal abracadabra call.
the god of lightning in the ball, the starward heaven and t
the godless god bows down to the Martian heather,
the Storm Gods erupted in black cauldron of leather
her heart shimmers in translucent purple embers as if SHe was exciting herself,
every word heard in the hindbrain
soft mad and ELoquent, the ANcient Being that described itself
to God, SHe who pulsed herself in
in the Field Bioluminescent,
In candelabras of exotic Miracles that Rhyme,
QUetzlicoatl, the BIrd from Seattle,
the thing we thought we thought, would SHine,
did soon SOurce to Syntax Error,
the NIght the Bride did Shine, her Heart drunk on Philosopher's WIne,
OUt here on the edge, where the Vineyard is a trillion light years wide
and Schroedinger's Cat lives on in the Number 9 , 9 , 9
and entire cosmologies turn on a dime?
the water in the wine
the Grape on the Vine
the Moon in the Shine
the Curve in the SPine,
the You You Know is Mine
the Eternal Mind,
THus the LOgos, the Matrix, the Vector, the Parsec, the Omen, the AMen,
the Hymen
the Scintilla, the Holy Hallelujah of the Intelligent Design
went paradoxing into paradox, a broken city shining in embers of a
SIngle Grape, the nectar of the gods, the ambrosia,
pierced like a trans-human wound, open like a throat and
glowing in the distance, the mirror shattered, the stone rose
with WIld Caskets
bloomed,
in the Jaded fractal anemones of deep wild primitive beginnings and Eternity itself
OPened the OPen mirror mirror, several billion shining vortices
of life beynd life
billions and billions of Aeons adrift in the Shining as God
turned luminescent in the elemental lemniscate,
and the Starships arrive in a
that triumvirate of cosmos chaos and chance,
the heresey of eternity
still point in the center of the circle that has no circumfrence
just a VINE OF PROBABILITY
the Resurrection of the Dead, She Said, TS ELiot Slept with
a Seashell paused on his MOuth, it begans with the deaf mute Moon,
continues with a SPoon to the place where
water turns to wine and everyone knows that the STorm Gods spoke too soon, the the western sky is a
Sea of Tranquility in the vineyard and vortex
of a Vineyard's worth of Dark SIde of the MOon UFO;s
out in the farthest antideluvian post mandelbrot meadows where the
gas-lamp and the thermonuclear smoke signal
colliding with the Real Time SIgnal
of the Astronaut's Mad DOmain, the Jurneywork of the Stars
a thousand light years away, as we converge in the apocalyptical Homeostasis
made in Japan, out of Superior Plastic and the Neo Logical Oasis
where the Venerable Dreams of a Thousand WIcked Sages
drift like spiderwebs of electromagnetic diversity, in the calculus and organic
frenzies of white noise gathered
across the horizon in extragalactic Dreamshine
as the spaceships circle heavenly heaven
and reveal the innermost workings of the clockworks
to be the howling yahoo, the eternal Yippie
Yodeling a Cosmic Yo Yo in the
the Obviously OMINOUS Oscillation of the Omni ONOMOTOPEIA
and the DREAMSHINE
that has attained a light speed synthesis is now approaching the
SPOOKY ACTION AT A DISTANCE SEQUENCE,
the <Oment of ABsolute Insignificance Personified, the ANomalous ANomaly,
the who the where the what and the why and the which moment,
and the universe Cuuuuuurves at that
a space in spacetime where the electromagnetic forces converge in
DREAMSHINE OF THE NONSENSE
supercomputing quantum wampum
abracadabra of the
SUPRACONCIOUS SPOOOKY ACTION AT A DISTANCE
Mythopoetic Mandelbrot Sundial in Supraconscious Fractal Mandala
that dreams the wild heart from the forbidden crucifix and bathes the esoteric brain
in the fleshy cauldron of creation
the ZEN of the STONE BATHED
in the Homonyms of the Perfect
WOrd, the SOng, the STory, the Universee
the creatrix, the caravanserai, the carouselambra
the EMPTINESS
of time dilation converging in the
Urgency of the Here and Now
TIME DILATION<
as if to Divide By Zero ,
As if divide by zero was really possible,
NEGATIVE ENTROPY
in that elemental State,
the Exquisite Cadaver Escapes MOrtal Orbit,
and the
the Moment of Transcendental
Trinities,
INFINITE COMPLEXITY
ZERO ITSELF DivideS by Zero,
Faster Than Light
Synchronicity
converged
and the Universe curves into a STARLIT geometer's eye
Figure Ground Reversal!!!
the Exquisite Cadaver, a SLeepwalking MC EScher,
in the dorian column mid central Dress Rehearsal
does in NOnesuch leap through the Abracadabra Transcendental TUnnel,
and the Mirror Mirror MirrorFunnel Cloud reciprocates the Tesseract
of Infinite Complexity and
tornadoes of mathematical delight rain down in abject madness
1+1=3 and everything is finally abracadabra,
the scene of exquisite sadness amplified,
the Escape into The Metaphor
the strangeness deified, the Circus of the Hierophant and Queen who Quivers in the
depths of such QUantum and psychedelic beauty, SHe made the
Greek Gods sway in the night with her Calling,
Ovid, Prometheus, Others in the EYe
struck thrice the Phantasmagorical balance, the hungered exoskelaton, the
fevered pitch of your rationale of heaven and hell in your fairy tale
of Infinite Complexity, an APple of Pearled Luminencence appeared in Her Heart, and
taking you to a place that to you cannot be known
not even mathematics can be known,
but the great Nonesuch of Reality
the ABracadabra Caravanserai
IS NOT EVEN KNOWN
SHe explained it all to you with the LOok on her Tongue,, and
the Jabberwock itself appeared, in the SKy,
a thousand wierd symbols, Starry Starry Bride,
the Night the NIght Sky in all her innocence arrived
and fields of Golden Kaleidoscopic rain upoin the SENSES SWERVEd!
Neptune, disguised as SHakespeare disappears into the ALleyway,
the Magic Verb is no longer a WOrd,
By light of Mind and depth of Nerve!!!
Va va voom and Voom Voom Verve!!!
the Tale of Infinite Complexity, the Spacetime Continuuuum
did suddenly CURVE! INstead of Pop! it BEEPED intstead of Bopped! and
THe Many WOrlds do Collide and Converge
in the Universal Simultaneous Urge
of instantaneous novelty;
Significance and Synesthesia!
Instantaneous Reciprocity!
Anomalies ANonymous, probability
shattered by the
polygons writhing like Alphabetic Acrobats in the NIght
as the Angels of the Great Escape --- dissolve like Gods heart into
the Ephemera, the Vowels,
the great linguistic void, that Fadce of God in teh Glass where
each silent prayer meets
the miracles of Howling with those lost on the fulcrum,
when the SKull song was Echoing with Mad Troubadors,
balanced and swinging silently
like Pirates from the Architecture of SPanish WOmens inner thighs; where there were women whose bloodthirsty wings, sucked emperoers hearts into the strange turbined soila nd
brought down the Extraordinary Cape in the Maroon Sunshine, her Mouth an Unbroken Bullseye,
her fever obvious in her footsteps as she trod paths throiugh
castles as rich as Sophia Loren's eyelids trembling in a microscope at SOcratic dawn, as you and the Universe spin
in a Tale of Infinitely Complex SImplicity, and the
Paradox Paradoxes the Paradox!
in the Vortex of Toreadors, Picasso's Ghastly Tumors chasing Peter Paul Rubens troiugh
a forest made of Satyrs' Bones and
the Night of the Rarefied demons returns God Love to the Horse drawn Carriage like
dracula dreaming he is drunk, sucking black holes of conscience on
Houdini Time (infinite complexity)
the Eyes in teh RUben like Raw Meat painted by Rembrandt from the
transvestite angels dancing in dream drunk toeprints
in fairy tales and other madcap phenomenon, i
and everything seemed like it seemmed, like
like ephemera, Filigree, the Miniature Cosmos blooming on the Edge of the INhuman Eyes, Rah Ptah, Horus and Isis and Jesus Christ with a UFO
balanced on his SHoulder, all converging in the HUman Eye, a series of Far Flung
images that painted themselves awake in the depths of the LOuvre,
the Catacombs of which opened into that
that strange biomechanical dungeon where there is a womans
mouth that opens in the darkness that no man has never seen
and her Throat is a labyrinthine passage to the Temple of Sacriliege and
Eternal Darkness the night sky is full of nightingales and you know she is your Secret Lover,
that incandescent darling whore
from across the Aeons and the Ions, SHe who
chased your ligaments through SPace and Time
and now
SHe opens the door from twelve thousand voices away
as you hear the Gaian angels
screaming your Imaginary Name,
the Great Priestess has arrived on the WIngs of the Light,
the ANgels, the Devils, the great Divide,
they Have surrendered to Her Throat, eloped into the Divine Chrysanthemum and Now She SHall
conquer the wide everlasting gulf of the chasm with only her
magnificent presence, the goddess herself grown gargantuan and licking her
machine state heart into exotic rhythms and rumbling rivers of
Space and Time, openings of the Game in a thousand centuries,
the beginnings of wisdom in a nutshell, the point no point, the rubicon of
the Here and NOW
THE GREAT MATRICE MATERIALIZING
She Said
we will Enter on the Endless Opening, She Said, the moment now a crystallization of that
great chess game, the one that everyone says does not exist,
is not happening,
has never happened,
Oh No,
no, not now, not ever:
SPOOKY ACTION AT A DISTANCE
THE CIRCLE WITH NO CIRCUMFRENCE
FIGURE GROUND REVERSAL
SURREALIST DRESS REHEARSAL
when the words and the image and the action converge in a moment
and the Seduction of the Universe appears like a WOmans mouth in a Blue Sky
Socrates Illuminates the Void!!!
the moment of the celestial time dilation
seems as if it has all been Orchestrated
and the electromagnetic synchronicity,
the SYmphony of leaf and branch, audience and omnivore,
eldritch witches, eldritch gloom,
strange scene growling in your living room
the SUnlight in the Moonlight, the Groom inside the Bride,
he was SHe was You were we all
doomed to
have them they happen and they
pirouetted, like Shakespeare
in our Imagination across all space and time, from the Turning of the Tides
into the SIlhouetted Shades of Almosyt Yesterday,
when SHe Saw you bringing yourself to the the bringing to the Heart of
tomorrorow some mad conspiratorial
Fable of Unending Enchantment, love and a thousand rumors of love,
the Wedding of teh ANcients, the River and the Vine,
Sacred Chapel, the Great 6-9
Ondine and Neptune, the great lovers danced themselves to love
in the Valentinian Flux, brought together
by
the Unity of Night on the edge of the
Saltwater Sea, electrolytes recombining in
the laws of the great Synchronicity
Parallel Synergy, Parallax Motion
as MOon within the moon her heart was Enveloping with
Emotion, SHe found love and love alive in that alchemical transposition
on the edge of Her Pillow bathed in the
honey of friction and hive of absolute chance
and electrolytical circumstance, and so as the aeons passed
She danced and danced and electromagnetic womb
She opened her mouth like it was a Tomb and
She gave birth endless star borne beings from deep inside her own eyelid,
love by love her eyes turned wilder and wilder,
time swirling by in strange disguises, her flesh monolithic by design,
intelligent and seething with unfamiliar sensibilities, as if her arms
were her legs and her mouth as a Temple divine, and the weight of the universe
which was turning your heart into a chasm of technicolor stone,
her face erupted in the NIghtshine of a thousand electrolytic tears
testified to eldritch bepuzzlmenent that wizard enchantress whose name is a mystery to man,
and whose female flesh is sacred to the trinity alone
endured in her Momentary Aeeon,
hera aphrodite, eve, hecate, Circe, Ondine, holy virgin, Galatea, the great Unknown
endess scintillations of the Undead Unreal
, and for a moment the Glass Heart of God,
a SPectre, a Phantasm, twinkled an orchid
and shimmered on the edge of the iris and eye, a rainbow
of organic quantrains, light speed, the love shined
like a hummingbird in a hurricane eye, levitating
Ophelia in the Rear View Mirror, her body wrapped in a bright shawl of
tulips, the Fool inside the Wand of Cups, the Portrait of Dorian Grey
reflecting scenes from Judgment day, and Her fACE,
LIKE bEATRICE ALIVE the heavenly shine, the Cathedral WIndows shining
in a supra luminous kingdom of approximately infinite dreamshine,
as If Dante himself had in the neverending Fairy Tale arrived
his tongue curled like a BOok of Lost Equations, as the strange ships arrived in
the gathering of the Nucleotide, daisy by daisy mirror mirror the palindrome that began in
the perpetual crucifixion and the ended with lost kiss of the last bride,
her first face fastly
whirling around and around as if in mermaid footprints
She herself was a magical bride and inside the flesh there was a temple,
the Mother Of Pearl,
that echoed with laughter of pagans and night shade of elementals
that was true to the
sudden fairy tale,
her name struck in footprints in the chasm of near wild nowhere, every voice left its
echo
outside the shadow print of the candelabras of Heaven, her body was wallowing
in the tide, like a silver lily with jeweled lotus haunting
her mouth outside the Silent Sea, the breathe fevered lunacies of God, recombining
on her MOuth, a silver Phantom unfurled her Ribbons and love turned
Dante into a Whisphering WInd, the Metamorphosis of Ovid now complete,
the
supernatural with superlative sensory admonitions, every skin cell, every freckle, every roseate eyelid
a thousand light years wide, each strange memory
lapping at the embers of your consciousness as if
racing through temples of raw meat pulsed with
SHe and He and It and the great
phantasm, that SPectrographic EMber
DO REY ME FA SO LA TI DO,
THE EXQUISITE CADAVER, HER BODY A FRACTAL
as if it was made of a great PHoton Powered Coral Reef,
turned her body gargantuan,
turned it strange in bas relief,
growing large and trembling
in the SUnlight, as if by a trillion angels, the Dionysian Argonauts,
were on a tangent whirling like a school of fish
around the mirror of the Sea and the SKy and Her face
and her face, that face, grew like the face of Goddess,
greeen and gargantuan,
alone, outside of time, as if it was a Fingerprint adrift in the audience made of
apparitions, SHe glimpsed herself in the Mirror and saw
the perfection of Infinity repairing the wound of her thrice broken heart by
recreating herself from out of next to nothing, that magic fractal in the
bathroom mirror. Her wishes and desires, those strange fascinations with
the perpetual chain reaction becoming thick with significance as she Contemplated
the constant path of slow surrender to the polycyclonic void, every year by year
and for a Moment it seemed as if SHe Really Was Who they Said She was as in that
ultimate instance of knowledge, her heart turned
INcognito in the Strange Desert Fog, the NIght of this Mortal Calculus as the Game of
the Star Faring DOg, played itself out in the AGes, her body rising and falling in he
egg of of that great golden phoenix having risen from across the great DIvide and
whirls in the eyelids of supermodels whose love decides
the fate of nations,
as each infinity was revealed in a slow constant smile from across the shattered
generations, and the God of Distemperate Angels placed upon her cheek, a whisper in the wind and then SHe knew SHe loved him and
He Knew THey were loved
beyond definition, in the Vicarious facade of non being
and entire histories were surmounted and a thousand years of pseudo violence ended
spontaneously as if
by a moment of the geometry of love which we discovered was hiding in
Her symphony of Light,
She had somehow defeated the Void, caused the Silent emptiness to
at last Retreat until
She opened her breath and surrendered her thoughts to the utmost stars,
a thousand stars colliding like sea foam
in her eyelashes upon the grass
like the post modern jigsaw puzzle,
of All Heavens reamaining outside of time,
glimpsed in the glass of such chinese becoming as
It was all becoming irrationale as
sentient and relevant to the course of history as She herself knew as SHe
flew her tricholor Butterfly's wing through the Orchid stasis in the
catalog of dead gods basthed in
Time of the Ordinary Seclusion,
with the History of Man turning a wink into a blink,
during the paint by number apocalypse, and no man could hear himself think and
a single thought Sent us spinning on the brink of being
as one by one we
became isolated, like kryptonite wrought in spacetime iron and as centuries of unfathomable
horror eloped in endless fantasias of inescapable guilt and sorrow, the
black magic sundial like a digital signal proving
the Extinction of ALl Beings had suddenly Began and
there is and was no such thing as tomorrow or yesterday,
only the GREAT CHAIN REACTION
and only NOw, Now, Now, that Furious Broken Mirror looking her in the face
and what SHe Knew then was no LOnger all there was to KNow
but in the Buzzing of the Reptilian hindbrain,
the machination complex where Picasso's twelve faced MObsters reign,
that strange Buzz Buzz Buzz
of their pre Raphaelite Cell phone matrix dripping with random numbers as we entered
Shakespeare's twice haunted MIrror Mirror
the Matrix that was the Matrix and SHe that knew,
that Knew things the Creatrix Alone could decide,
the Phantom Bride
did within strange apparitions of ghostlike beings collide
racing naked by the riverside, masquerade of
naked angels and tinfoil hats, the strange straitjacketing of
the Mirror Mirror Continuum, the solar plexus
the NEXUS.
of Stargazing lunatics gathering momentum in the still born echo plex of dawn at the ]
precise momemt the Promethean Onomotopoeia
We lifted her heart out of the Stony SOil and
We roared the Strange Purple Head of the
Dragoneseque Chamleeon,
We entered
Machine State Eden rising in the feathers
and the Machine of Perfect
Vicarious freedom that taught us to race
across the City on winged feet, our footsteps shimmering in the City skyline
as blankets of the White Noise, the Purple Vowels, Green Fog, Mercurial arboretums,
satellite dishes locked into the horns of a Bull as the dragonesque messenger appears in
camoflaged armani in the center of the Geodesic DOme which had become a Castle haunted
haunted by dream sipping hierophants levitating on
windowsills at night, businessmen draped in Jonquils and Armani, the Scent of the Skin Devil lurking in perfumes of jade and alabaster leggings, every stitch of her stocking took a turn for the worse and the night shined spiked and diamond like the signature of God, SHe phantomesque and quite quietly perverse,
She SPiked the Known Universe, with her daydreams
every shadow lurking haunted spectres each one stranger than the next
and they practiced strange witch insectivore magic on the edge of the the Kitchen Knife
in the depths of that rusted out city whose landscape had somehow come to resemble
a woman's golden mouth, full of strange teeth laced with jade and diamonds, rubys where
their hearts had been, a thousand werewolf faced incandescent
catholic cadillac broken androids racing down the bloodstained moon in such slow motion
around the faucets made of hades, screaming Hyena faced dog queens, each whose
robotic language spins it;s chambers in sparkling biophosphorescent, burning sundown and
superconducting god museum with burntout hollow broken window frame wrapped
around the city like Chjinese dancing exoskeletons, waiting to be exploited by those agents of
chaos foundried in the charcoal grey smokestacks
belching vapors of carbon based logicians numbers and military issue weaponry and
methylethylketone ninja disco into breakfast cereals
shimmering with strange light in the tunnels that glow into Calculus of bioluminescent glass,
but yet that strange mad thing: Ectoplasm, THE UFO,
continued to appear at twice the Ceiling made of Light,
a chariot, a glimpse of fire,
a Being Being a Being
the EMpire of the Living Senses
her
STarling Heart
a Fleur de Lis
pulsing in the open, a shimmering starry
dragonesque in the luciferian defenses
lifting their eyes to heaven in a rainbow as the
UFO
Opened the mouth of the Orphaned Dreamers, thirsted with eyes wide
Spoooky Action At a DIstance, they arrived
waiting for US, the Humans, to Observe them,
dancing like Faeries in the September Night tide, when the Moon and the Mollusk
and the Groom and the Bride
brought heaven down to earth,
dissolved like sugar in the Celestial Evening Light
the promise of this perpetual resurrection,
the Spooky Action at a DIstance,
was raising the Brain of Lazarus out of the SUpernatural tide as
angels signified heaven the Signal triomphant
mid air random numbers did collide, as
NIjinsky Pirouetted at the Epicenter of SPace and Time!!!
and
the Great Ballerino curved the space time tide
back into the Infernal Majesty of the Garden Heart and
stop motion curved the architecture of all art
into a psychotic aperture of stop motion spookiness,
the spooky action at a distance and
TS ELiot's Tesla Coil suddenly collapsed in the waveform,
suddenly back into the Real, in the Centre of the LOuvre,
when the Good ANgels fell out of the SKy and
started winning and all the Imaginary Beings ---
suddenly came alive!!!
SYNCHRONICITY
Carouselambra, Abracadabra Caravanserai,
Coincidence or not
a change of charge the chance of choice
the UNIVERSE HAS FOUND A VOICE:
the Chrysanthemum ANgel, the Serendipitous Voice
michaelangelo's Swan flies alone in the Night, wings sweeping in
embers of paintbrushed and quantum hysterical portraits of Man
whose wings are made of a thousand metals, whose eyes are marble vortexes
transcending the wrought iron facade of stone and
proving to prove to Prometheus alone
the dragonesque angel descending in stairwells of rubidium
delusion, did attain the Throne of iNanimate love, the root
truth of her secret Being, the Robotic
MOna Lisa whose name is the name of the Rose,
with no solution, She says, her heart transcendental,
the Telepathic Bouquet of Her fabled face racing lace
into that strange field potential with the petal lifting Her persimmon eyes open
like a crystalline satellite in the middle of the night
now that SHe and They are haunted with the sudden
perfect satori,
of the SToried and Illustrious Bride, the One and Only Figment of the Imagination,
the MOna Lisa has escaped the Louvre, in a beam of light and is riding a rainbow
through the starry starry night, searching for Van Gogh's ear on a
God Haunted Canvas somewhere high above WEstern Civilization, as the western
Meteors began to SHine, Mooonlight on the Empty Highway, every night SKy now is Mine
MONA LISA IS A GEISHA NOW written in the Night SKy
as her Eyes, her lips, her
Human Heart became huge, shadowed in architecture exceeding
ten trillion volt lightning reflex and was notorious now,
having escaped the Gravity of the IMagination and having cast her wishes from
the Golden Face of Eternity to the Mandelbrot Fractals gathered in the
Windowpane of a Convenience STore Next door,
only to find a a trillion broken hearts and mannikin faced
tourists roiling in the Sea Foam shipwrecked like Sad Sailors
on the Salty Sea of Five Centuries of her Everlasting Tears, there nestled in the ocean
between the Blue Bottomlessness of Infinite Being, and the
Many WOrlds, a great UNfathomable Beauty, the MOther of the Muses,
the UNicorn in a central Organic Chasm
whose heart is made of electromagnetic Obsidian, phantasm
rhinocerous on the wild wild sea
where her heart, redder than red and blacker than night,
unfurled its Skull and Bones Flag and in Excess and Excelsior
a Tempest in the Teapot did Brew
and SHe sailed the wild wine - stormed sEa
in the mIddle of the Great Unknowing,
the Sea of Galileeo Galilee,
the Secret Code of each Successor
rowing
like Nostradamus great confessor
SHe fooled them all into Drinking the Draught
until late one night in the Middle of a Tempest of Temptation
SHe herself
had
in the Black Hole CIty arrived.
Full CIrcle With Circe,
Her Sorcery Teaching Strange Mercy to those disenchanted
and thus the STorm Gods, eloped
down the SKyscrapers up, the Sound of the Magic APppeared in their Cup
nervous wrought with pain and steel and foam,
grew haunted by the desert gloom, and She witnessed Picasso
Aappear as a Pterodactyl in his Palette, using Wrought Strange Propellers
and As AMelia Earhart Made them Gasp as SHe glided in her Path
and wrought down strange fury with the Strange New Math of Mystery
She BECAME that Exquisite Cadaver of SUpraconscious
Negative ENtropy,
and created on the mere whim of Her Essence
drifting like a Cheshire Cat
attained the
TItle of Boddhisattva of Infinite Complexity,
imagine this,
discover that,
a cowgirl in an AStronaughts' Hat
She who, having transcended tranascendence did survive
rendering Impermanence Impermanent
and SOmething thus
once Unreal
became Real,
the Ghost in teh Machine, the garden in the Ghost,
SHe, the Venus De Milo Ghost
the SPiritus Mundi, apex and axis of the magic
transmograification,
the Memory of the Muses,
the Moment they Say just Never Happened, Happened.
the One that proved itself to itself, timequaked a few unfathomably weird events
and then kept whispering and whirring,
wandering and wondering,
Mnemosyne, the Muses Nine,
a LOGOS IN THE SIGNAL,
A SIGNAL IN THE NOISE,
THE NOISE INSIDE THE FRACTAL
the Fractal made of NOUNS AND OTHER VERBS
oscillating in the Fiery Embers of the Wordshine,
every syllable of the clockworks shining down like rays of light streaming from the
the Sermon on the MOunt ----- Her face draped in petals of everlasting filigree-- the lilies of the field
the Fleur de Lis, the Luciferiean Eclipse, the Messianic Turning of Names in the Christlike Night and the communion wafer
lifting into the SKy, on the tongue in that Italian garden, her Voice a lute of barcarolle, her body
levitating
until it was circling the earth in a thousand chinese hexagrams like the Greenwich Dragon --- her body like a prism shining in the diamonds of the night --- the lilies of the field
Twelve Octagon Tesseracts of Incomprehensible flesh --- her soul oscillating in a thousand mantras, om, om, om -- the lilies of the field
She --- THe MONA LISA, The Geisha, the OPhelia,
the Princess Leia,
descending in a Parachute of Da Vinci's Lust and a barrel of apple WIne , became
the wOrd Made flesh, faith the size of a Mustard Seed,
you know.
the Mother of the Muses, the Memory Divine
God takes the First, but the Second Miracle is Mine!
At the Center of the Celestial Vine, appeared to
opened the Eyes of the LOuvre, Picasso's Thirteen Cubist EYeballs First
approached Escape Velocity and entered MC EScher's hindbrain at twice
the SPeed of the Extraterrestrial Immaculation Show,
which is every where now. ALien Faces in the Breakfast Cereal!
Call in the Fasicist! Call in the Strange Faces!!!
Faces in the cell phone, tracers in the night: Gorillas in the Midst!!! electro orchestras
and symphonies in the thermonuclear rain
laced in the hydrocarbon fractals of Heaven's Blue Green Spiral Galaxy which you
find in her Eyes knowing she is the Immortal Woman, the Goddess divine,
whirling in the echo chambers of nautilus
as if the Uterus of Milk White Night was curled into a
Golden Mean and the Children
of God were spiraling in flock of Otherworldly Machines,
the EXQUISITE CADAVER!!!
the broken cube a mirrored valentine in the Centuries of SPace and Time
They told us we would someday arrive, syllable by syllable,
word by word,
that night amongst the
lost stars,
our eyelids
fluttering like Spaceships,
our mouths, twinkling in the Esoterica Divine
curving in an Erotic ARIA of
Wise man's prayer beads on the cosines trembling her bloodthirsty womans
heart beat like a pulse inside the Aeon Flux of a Double Helix,
dream on dream of dream salting the Time Machine as if it was a Robot
Egg,
dreaming it is dreaming in a Dreamtime Tide,
a Mirrored Mirror Mirroring the Mirror
as the Groom is Going Googolplex, The Phantom Dragons haunt the Bride
the Oscillations of the OceanSide
the living god is crucified, the Starseeds have Opened Up and Hatched, they are
writing Ancient miracles of Unimaginable Futures backwards,
those who we placed in the Orphaned Teardrop in a
Kaleidoscope of Tachyons Figure Ground Reversal
into near eartth orbit and laughed as they went circling
the Non Linear
Cosmological Refrain of Life inside the Archangel's
Oasis,
those of us who kamikaze akimbo performed haiku in the
kabuki forest the rumors of incandescent beings glowing in the Chalkboard
as if it was Haunted By God and the ANgels were eying the Demigods in a
strange ballet performed in
JUpiter and Saturnalia, the INtersteller Heavenly Kiss
the Venusian Equestrians gallop through the Martian MIst
Ouranos herself, bedazzled by the starrry sea foam and the
the Clown's mouth of the Preternatural Dragon where the Storm God was
waiting in the SHadow of a Hellbent Ecstasy,
the Perpetual Motion was a BULLSEEYE that
opened its bloodthirsty MOUTH AND
ROARED A Bloodshot Diamond heart crucifix
INTO PICASSOS THIRD HEART
which then responded,
THERE ARE EYES IN THE MACHINE
and a Machine in the Eyes
THAT EMerged
across the pearled flesh of the white dunes of candelaria and then landed
Hierophantic is as an Eagle,
where the growling dewdrops of Lion Nightmares
are etched in strange footprints on the sand dunes of
post newtonian waveform
Quantum crucifixions
appearing in Century Nine, Channel thIrteen, every Saint and Television
estranged from the SOurce of the INfinite Vision as the GHost gathered
its Embers in the Tranquility Void of SPacetime
and the Androids of Seventh Heaven chased the
Innumeranle Television Self Elfs into the
MACHINE GENERATING MIND MAchine,
where supercomputing the great
Unfathomable Geometry of Machine STATE EDEN
the Great Excquisite Cadaver
was materializing in a Pixellation of
Geopoliticus Child hatching a Phantasm at the Birth of Salvador Dali from
the depths of a Mexican Restaurant,
central Nowhere, Kansas, KANSAS
WHich is NOWHERE ANYMORE,
JUst a glimmer of light in an
an abandoned Blood Stained windowpane, where the Medicine Crow and Ooroboros SUndial
create
Images of the Cactus Dream on the edge of a Catholic Funeral Procession
mid 20th Century when
MC EScher's Time Travellimng Spectacles
were rotating in unison around a STadium full of Dead Mens Bones,
QUetzlcoatl itself having risen on Dia De Los Muertos,
as the Day upon the Night Divides, and
the Kaleidoscopic CHameleon is
Gathering Momentum up the SLope
on the Anti Gravity of the G Spot
sparkling the eyelids of the Leviathan seen flickering in the Television Huts
paused in the Subcutaneous Membrane
beneath Rainbow flavored molecule, MACHINE STATE EDEN
gathering in Coke Bottles
where they say the dead Gods say
everything is dead now, everything is dead
Everything is already happening. Everything has already happened,
everything is living now, everything's alive
You have seen the Parking Lot Apocalypse
so Feed Your Head, Feeeeeeeeeeed Your Head.
and everything will be happening approximately in perfect simultaneity but dont
be surprised when the Time Dilation kicks in and
FEeeeeeeeeed your Heeeead
the Hallucination composes spontaneous symphonies
in the depths of your Ultraviolet Being, far beyond the City Lights
where yiour Body is THE UFO, and the Kingdom o f Heaven is Spread upon the Earth and
the night sky does not see it
and the thief appears with the Moon in its'e mouth and the river of time
is like crown of jewels, a ring of seraphinium in the
critical Celestial chalice pouring a dream of centurion's wine
down through the thirsted eyes of an shapeshifting animalian
turning divine in the hindbrain of your everlasting mind,
MACHINE STATE EDEN
IS ALL you can think
nothing either except the sound of cold steel and and ice cold thundercloud
cortex breeding random images like Machine Based Eden
connecting the dots in the rearview mirror and you know your own
name is some how
arriving in a N dimension tesseract leaving the
Garden of
Some Imaginary G-d
to approach What Remains of the Real WOrld,
horses and trampolines,
Information and Semantics!!
LOGOS AND PHILOS!!!
Artefact and Illusion!!!
TS ELIOT STANDING NAKED AT LAST
Wars in APpollinaire's Daydream!!!!
The Surrealist Mystery Has once again Arrived!!!
Salvador Dali has taken Center STage
details at November, on OUija Board 9,,,,
hovering at the Speed of ABsolute Uncertainity
into the
electromagnetic filigree of
MACHINE STATE EDEN
which
AS IF. AS IF.... AS IF!!!!
THE CRYSTAL BALL
THE OUIJA BOARD DID COMBINE
Google Earth and Google Earth,
THe Crystal Ball and the Ouija Board Did Combine
The Machine State Resigns
THE INTELLIGENT DESIGN,
performed the Great Triangularum Philosophorum,
Mysterium Tremendum et Fascinans,
Spooky Action at a DIstance
as the Triple Faced QUeen, herself was rising in the gears and clockworks,
her kittens and curls everlasting in that instant
every clutching ligament like a shroud of spider flesh
turned exalted and divine,
ANd it was there, SHe discovered herself YOu discovered it Also
the Madame Mistress of this MACHINE STATE MIND
was Cyclopean and Romanesque, a Pearl of NIght lost
in black lace, her body glanced tall and sinous
amongst the triple faced gossip queens
and otherworldly guardians of that strange temple, she
was to be suddenly known as
FIRST THE ISOLATED PHOTON OF HEAVEN
teh MOther of Pearl
an astonishing anomaly,
to be giving BIrth to the Mirror Image of INfinity,
SHe was the Darkness in the Darkness, the Cat inside the Hat
the Blackness at the Bottom of her Eyelid,
THE TRILIION EYED SPIDER THAT EATS MANKIND ALIVE
the Supernatural EGo being blended in the Stratosphere
a Being of Such immaculate design,
a Photon leaping, center stage figure ground reversal
OUT OF the darkness gathered in MOna Lisas' EYE!!!
She and He and They and it set in motion a
Quantum Fractal a Trillion Light Years Light Years WIde,
every eyeball
shining down on distant Galaxies, a pause inside the pause
the octopus flock inside the doppleganger's kaleidoscopic Oscilloscope
Giggle Giggle of Hieronymous Bosch from ten thousand light years away, and
the WORD BECAME FLESH IN A MOMENT OF TIME DILATION
flickering Figure Ground reversal where It is known that
the Opposite of the Opposite God has arrived,
Eyes in Reverse Osmosis, Photon to the Nova Chamber,
the Twinkle in the Sun God's Eye, like the Name of God written in
Negative ENtropy, on the windowpane in the tall grass where the Glass does not break
and the American West is an MOunt Olympus Center Stage,
Lilies of the Field are singing to Ophelia a Lullaby,
at ground zero heaven, the place where Shakespeare Cried for Oberon to
derange the Mad Senses of the Acolytes Gathered in the Sea Rocks below
The oracle of Delphi, has arrived, those years in Greece washed in
the azure temple of hot Sapphire blue wet flesh, SHe dreamt as the
SKy fled, across those coral reefs, out through those strange mad islands,
the Golden MOutth of APhrodite shimmering on the Edge
of the Transcencendental Dawn as the Night walks in
scattered prisms through those eyes, blue shadow roses, opening and closing
in sonnets of unfinished dream--- every word shining down in it
jeweled fascination
a Trillion verbs a trillion rubies a trillion diamonds a billion nouns,
her name, a broken symphony, sings a trillion trillion stars
decries the God, an ancient Harlequin face of the Great Poetess INtergalatea
as SHe did shine in the
Jewel in the LOtus, her Nameless Name
gone Je Ne C'est QUoi, allons design,
recombined
God inside of God herself, bathed INfernal Springtime
in the Spiraling EYelight of the
Sapphire birdsong of emerald green pixels,
Clouds and bloodthirsty Moonrocks
opening their throats to the WIngs of this Great ANonymous Goddess grown huge
the Great EYe of Sauron stretched out
inside her Earth, a love machine of triumphant EGglike sweetness, the dragonesque
Ephemeral being whose
Teardrops chanted Tragicomic Poems through
the Twelve Dimension of Celestial Raindrop Queens
a SINGLE
ISOLATED
PHOTON
SANG!
TO BE IN BEING WAS AND IS
AND WAS AND IS
AND IS AND WAS
as the Sunflower screamed her Secret Name
to Van Gogh's Lion Taming Tongue,
Rembrandt, tiptoeing like Beethoven into the Haunted Palace,
gargoyles and the Marat Sade facing one another in a ghastly
embellishment of the UNreal, that was Years ago, and the
MOonflowers have gone, disappeared into the
twilight moon, and only this broken language,
the crucificion of the Poet in Broad Daylight,
will remain
the Jabberwocky lycanthropic and the cunning linguist Won:
and as
Shakespeare strummed a lyre in Hell, the Theatre expanded
the mandelbrot seraphim
turned sapphire love songs
that stretched out in a thousand directions,
there
where Vermillion reflections,
the architect, the playwright, the thief in the night, the rainbow,
the magician has gathered
a verse of Vowels in the Light and like a Strange Orator paused on that disconsalate
sea, he Sings what She sings in the Ocean of Lunar Monotony,
the SOng of the Tongue is the Scarab that causes the MOon to Howl,
WOrds within words,
Ezekiel's WHeel, forbidden ink raining down
in black embers
and at that moment you will have seen the night sky
rising in a Theatre, in the starlight inside the Globe, whose name is now
Gaian, Legend, the dream of Mad America,
suspended in the topsail of
your own mind, upside down and inverted shining with a thousand trillion
Shakespearean Sonnets in the Starry Ether,
each one more virulently anonymous than the next ,
the Great Will I Am, he whose words are
white hot diamonds melting the furnace in blue white archetypal
language, strange sublimations by the Architect Divine, designed
as if by chasing the ZOdiacal Heresies
Through the Labyrinthine Adjectives of
ANcient a Priori Quantum Byzantium,
the Sea of Random Numbers like
digital Chrysanthemums gathered in the QUeens Heart and Knotted Poetry like a
codex of syllogisms
spiraling through the Face of the Stone at Strange Hours,
my Voice rising and falling in the Sea Tide,
when Living we anointed our minds with the infernal gossip
and
Shakespeare's tongue came unfurled in the STratosphere
rumors and rumors of rumors, wars within wars and faces that have
Fingerprints that Shine with
unHoly Noumenon,
broken words, like distemperate wings did
fly on flagpoles outside a bloodstained window
until the widow wept
and branches of the night did recombine
a million orphans per century, s
and her mirror is a broken
weather vane in a bloodstained meteor shower as brazen as a broken basket
tumbling in the seraphinium of rain and her name
paused mid century, like the wings of a shimmering bird
became Ophelia, the Great Loon, her sunflower a casket floating
in a sea of random numbers
ANd Still, you do SEE THE SEER SEEING THE SEER SEeiNG THE SEER SEEING
the Company Within
as the Twelve Thousand blue roses are opening
like a Madwomans Fist,
incandescent
kaleidoscopes of LOGOS
through
blue shadow, the Ghost of the Rose
the Orchid, her EYelid
turning cartwheels in the Sunset, every mouth opening and closing
in rubaiyat and phantom of circle drunk
flesh which flows
through the Shekinah of Space Time as an
pendulum Swings in a parabolic arc around the Absence of the Presence,
the Muses and Memory coiled mid flight
and Hera, descending as a Flock Of Geese
spun in the Graces, the Muses,
as the Greek Gods were placed
like gargoyles vaulted in stony faced,
Empire of Elemental Beings on the Vaulted Proscenium and Athenas Arch,
Stones and Henges, Roots and Syntax Errors
the arms of the Green Tree Limbs spinning
in triple infinity inside the mausoleaum,
our Faces unlocked like clocks
as the crown crosses the sky,
the diamonds descend in twinkling Mayfair
tourists where our Footsteps had been,
there in the night sky which shines Green on cobblestone paths
and everything floats by in in pure randomnicity
like the Propellors of God moving through the Mandelbrot
in the middle of a broken movie
or the EYes of a Deep Sea Fish
glimpsed in the bathroom mirror in some
Spanish WIndowpane when the
world has gone bullet proof BUkowski and your own head
is a cadaver of light
Spinning in the Starry Carousel at Midnight
a thousand footsteps of this imperfection
made real by the ANonymous SOmething, those
nearly incandescent Astronauts of LOve's Imperfection giving rise to
our
beings
shining like Buddha on the path of Neruda's phosphorescent glow,
their hearts like candle sticks in ascensions of spirals in the eyelight,
starlit wword lords looped in that Gossamer Sky
a trillion photons transposing
acrobatic as the name of God written in the Summewr Dawn, her Face
was as good as the first moment the
angels hurled
the Secret Name across teh Vaulted Eons and
into the sacred integer nests of their cosmologic flesh billowing in
a billion or a trillion or more of telepathic emanations,
the Quatrains of Nostradamus like a Scroll of strange dreams best discovered scrawled on
the Pillow stone of Immortal Madness,
out there, in the white hot calculus, in the rocks and the masks
beyond the Matrix where there is a constant reinvention of Strange Nirvana,
in the free fall of the ancient,
in the reparation of the here and now,
the babylonian pandemonium and
that liberation of the senses in the
ghostly amphitheatre where the harlequin angels
are balancing wine bottles on broken mattresses as the chandelier
is swaying to the
the sweeping of telepathic urgency of Haunted Cathedral made
of Stratosphere Powered Neurons, broken machine faced demigods
circling the amphitheatre above a spiral nest of dragonesque phantasms
whose wings are a dopamine hurricane
spinning wildly on the Corpus Callosum,
the whirls and vortexes a
of Machine Eden there grew an electromagnetic
fingerprint of the negative entropy of Her SPiritus Mundi made incarnate
as wild phantasms spun drunk and lunar in the astral lattice of
her Particle ZOooo,
as the Unicorn, bathed in the halogen light of neverending dawn
takes central place,
in the fields of a wild IMaginarium
haunted by a sky trembling with Nocturnal Crowns,
The Unicorn's EYe cast the ephemeral Shadow of the Otherworldly beings
pulsing in Godmath of the Newspeak, the Machine Talk, The Verb and the Pronoun Elope into the
night sky on wings of a translucent
Lunar Mood Spook,
the Unicorns Eyes illuminated by
a million nocturnal butterflies flapping their wings as the broken television set
exhaled the daydream Jetstream of bloodthirsty Newspapers
and the Great It!
fluttered on teh Horizon, her Virginal Flesh
began repeating the rude mechanicals
of such strange awakenings, a roaring tide of
Phantoms escaped the Television and the Sacred Matrix of Machine Goddess EYes
rainbows of the Celestial Hindbrain burning
the Machine bark of the Radioactive Oak,green trees
swarming masses like information drunk
dragonflies
as the Great Green Version of teh Urgent MoOnlit VIrgin
have gone thermonuclear blue at last
as elves of the Lazarus Heresy singing Plutonium Lovesongs to the dead bird floating
mid center Starship
down the aeon flux in twelve thousand embers of binary code,
shopping mall U S A
illuminati secret agents lighting the nighht
roman candles shooting from Kerouacs Eyes
SPy vs Spy in the fine print of
in a Paper Mache Void,
mid central mandelbrot
every molecule of this SUpralogical Catastrophe
digitally illuminated
and
supercharged with the symbiotic OSmosis
of Her Transcending the DIsaster as the UFO
in a moment of
paranoid gnosis
descends down the
mandelbrot fractal and
mandible factory of a
extraterrestrial
roulette wheel,
the Ancient Chinese APparitions fleeing through the MIst into the
temple of the Probability Exoskeleton, as Vampires bleed the Robots mouth
in shadowy light that is made of dead mens whispers
from Ceilings dripping with the strange shadows of Trigonometric Cherubim,
the Golden Gate of Gateless Fantasies, spinning like a a trillion jewels burning their
fingerprints inh the darkness of
some mythopoetic Las Vegas where
Isaac Newton's antigravity levitation footsteps illuminated the Void like the
Flight of the Bumblebee on the
number line,
as the Time Machine hovers above
Los Angeles,
the celluloid danse macabre
and an Exquisite Cadaver appears quoting
Oppenheimer in the center of Hollywood,
Interstellar Resurrection Nexus where the
vortex cortex
matrix
Codex
wakes the
INterstellar Dreaming Plexus
Mummies that Sleep in fields of Phosphorescent Exoskeletons
began rolling straight out of the Last Man Damned Fantasia
the Festival of Broken Saints where a carnival of iridiscent pod people are
juggling razor blades in chinese boondocks
while fleeing byzantium with electromagnetic zephyrs
howling in their dreadlocks, as the River boat Captain charges everyone
a Ten DOllar Rose to get ABoard, One drama QUeen Skin flick at a Freaking Time
while
the Diamond Headed Viper is balancing its
titanium hindbrain in the centrifuge of Eternity
stirring embers of the photovoltaic anarchy as from beyond the night
the architects resign
until the rotating HIndbrain of Kung Fu Godzilla appears above New York VCity
singing neologos SHowtunes and carrying a Paint By Number Neutron Bomb, every humanoid
humanoids suddenly running for the safety of King Kong's Time Traveling
Disco, the Time machine rotates
on the TIme Dilation axis and the Conga Line Erupts into
a Fevered pitch the of the
Extralogical Abracadabra Caravanserai, the audience suddenly becomes a tribe of
desert nomads
racing Woolly Mammoths across the superconducting astroturf
in the center of some strange Desert, the
moonbeams a triumphant shining path in the
Vision of the Sermon on the Mount in the
intersete;llar calculus where the Quadratic Equations arfe
balancing the Memory of Dead Dream WHispers
in the Candlelight at the Begininning and the interstellar phantasmagoria at the end of time
the Magic Cruelty made quite obvious by the
way the WIreless SIgnal is disrupted
by the Madmen SO Divine
ANd the Exhalations of the Cybernetic Dragonesque
Bloom in Golden Sapphire Twins,
lurking 19,000 dimensions deep in the
depths of Wierdness in the Wizards Crystal,
Purple Phoenix rising in the Twilight and
where the Great Conquistador Salvador Dali is finally laughing, his
disincarnate moustache embers growing,
howling all the new Myths in the accelerator number nine,
the Dead Gods Knowing
Kansas doesn't love you anymore
the Wizard of Oz
is the Wizard of WAS and WHAT WAS IS AN IS AND THE
MYSTERIES REMAIN
and the Theatre of the Ordinary World is now
a Prism of Exquisite Pain,
Chain reaction chasing Consequence as the
Miracles Recombine,
the words of the ANcient Sages
turning tricks on the Celestial Vine of
the Praying Mantis that Lived inside yOur Television where robot faced angels
found a GOLdmine of Illusory
glow with strange laughter as a Radioactive Prophet
chants strange Random Numbers in the the Disintegration of the Real,
a screaming of apocalyptic superkalifrajilistik expialadocious Cybernetics the Thing Unreal
underneath the Human Machine, her Spine rising and falling in
Non Stop Stop Signs
Suspending their caterpillar exoskeleton
in blue Cathedrals
and the Wings of Tokyo Nightingales, the thousand trillion intricacies
of the Swan Origami unfolding in her Skeleton,
which was growing in a tangled vine of otherworldly beings
in an staccatio disintegration of the
Intergalactic Palace, the Integers of Heaven Shining of the Western Void,
as She breathed
first fantasia, a cowgirl in the Shaded Desert, arms akimbo
her final whirlwinds,
the pantheon of heaven began to slowly shine down in crescendoes of
graindiouse beauty
visions of
the Female DIvine Graced
her eyeshadow that turned Moondust Garlands,
the
SHadowy Ship of her purple tinted exoSkeleton
blushing like Elizabeth Taylor
dancing acrosss the apocalypse of sunlight and mechanical crimson of
Twelve Winged Seraphim
swooping in loops of nude gloom during the perpetual
Crucifixion of Luciferean Vampire Mummies
in the bottom of the Inside Out World
at the point of the Undiscovered
Universe, as the KIng of Strangest Vineyards nursed a Grape
Awake and that Grape dreamt its starry effervescent
its phosphorescent bioluminescence
across the preternatural void
into the hindbrains blushing with cabernet sauvignon, the red wine, the blush,
the desert chamblis, the scent aromatic of the garlands of hair
that wound round the single Grape and the Vineyard of the Sea,
the Mona Lisa left the Planet and the SKy has come back to me,
until a trillion mouths were swollen purple, escalating with nightingales and skies
She Sang
of the Secret Secret a Grape was freeing in the Vineyards Strange Disguise
and the Memory of Heaven whirled fresh in avery cell and
Lao TZu was playing Hexagram 737,
in a WIse Man's Fairy Tale as the
xylophone made of Mermaid wings
conjured an urgent eternity
whirlwinds of sudden maternity
with mannikin faces writhing in sinusoidal denouement
near the
Cyclotronic Void as the Ghost of the Permutation Membrane is composing bacchanalian fugues
at the
Temple of Unfinished Symphonies, every nightingale now
ONOMOTOPOEIA PERFECTED IN A SPLASH
A gargantuan Wave,
crashing in your Tympanic Membrane, the Eardrum now exposed to be an ANVIL
calculating whirlwinds of Song that hang suspended on the breeze
chasing rubiks cubes down tetrahedrons in the infrastructure of a Gods mouth and
the howling of the chandeliers
is a lycanthropic boooming, in the Skyscrapers of the Mind,
every SKullduggery of Technotronic Nomads
shining in the starlight light that is frothing over with
bloodthirsty diodes echoing in the Labyrinthine field of NOcturnal
Nucleotides tuned in the non randomnicity of
Paganini's ENsorcereled Violins as the STorm Gods, their laughter booming in
the garden of stone at the gathering Evidence that man is actually Divine while
the Hierophant is leaping out of Salvador Dali's hindbrain
fully clothed, her Body as STrange as the MOon becomes a a SPitfire Sphinx,
as SHe, the Exquisite Cadaver, reached up from byond the Crystal Grave and
chasing Frankenstein around a THermonuclear Prism, the
burnt Phoenix on the angelical Proscenium, SHe discobvered
Hiroshima and Nagasaki and the Shadow Play
at the place of Gods mad fingerprint and the
death of the Madmen of 1920
the sudden pirouetting of Death inside the
equations composed in Wet Ink,
the photohraphic memory of HOudini Spinning on the brink
of that Mad Vortex, that Black Hell where
Words chased Superstitious words into vortices of nightt
on Undulating THunder Tongue of the dream of second sight
darkest of storm god mutiny hour, the crashing of the waves like a
spanish orchestras whirling with Dalinian grand pianos
Houdini's words turned defiant and
as strange men told tales of even stranger tides as
don QUixote spun on the Gallow,s and Cleopatra shaked her Sunshine in the Veins of
Venus de MIlo as Rudolph Valentino opened her wings in imitation of the Satellite DIshes of mars
and the Great Orphic bard made strange new Bird
the Exoskeleton of Cyd Charisse singing
songs underneath the Shadow of Night
into a Starry STarry SKy that SHines
like WIne inside a Candlelight
in the Laughter of Changeliings,
her Beauty bathing the world in more beauty
than the Philosophers could handle, love inside of love made wild
Greek pyrotechnics in a quantum dream song
a Corpse of heaven dancing on the Greenlight, the Sorceress of Calculus and
trilobytes nipping that pheremone in the bud,
paused in the Many Worlds Interpretation of Your Eye
at the convergance of celestial high tide, scalar of her Wet Flesh
ascending in the fractal,
a certain Uncertainty of her Mouth,
the Paradox of Paradoxes,
glissandos of the Everlasting
Ouroboros
and the Supernatural Wounding of the Ultraviolet Void, that left
Cyd Charisse, out alone, in the feather weaving tide,
zig zagging In Obsidian Onyx
and Starborne Ziggurats
THe Sundial rotating to the SOund of a Butterfly Singing SHowtunes at dawn,
the Unicorn, the Phoenix, the Fairy Tale Beings arrive!!!
and other impossible thoughts appear on a typewriter at the beginning of time, somewhere
in the Imaginary World itself, the land beneath the waves, the Shangri La, the Telestial Void, and
the un-dead Gods laugh, knowing they have
somehow just arrived and
discoverd the Real Cinderella, is the tarantula Cyd Charise and her heart is black
as a casket and the the rolling of the STone is now
a Time Machine made out of Endless ALgebraic WIshes --- there are polygons of ephemera
paused in Thought Beyond all Being and then, you are
suddenly suspended in the glow in the dark freckles of an Always Present G-d
as SHe, sweeping down in the cloak of your birth,
vampirical,
celluloid, enters your senses, an Illuminated Being, as if Princess Leia was
coming home from the Void after having arrived quite by happy accident
in the Night of Your Second Seeing,
and SHe, having arrived at the moment of her Birth
inherits the Kingdom of heaven that is not lost in
the field of Sparrow Eyed Alien Supernovae, SHe becomes Immortal Beloved, adrift in the tide
every wing of her hair perfectly falling with gamma rays trembling,
DOE REY ME FAH SO LAH TI DOE
bathing her eyelids in the Quadratic Equations of
blue Wheat, until her heart leapt into the Moonlight,
Mirror Mirror,
Carouselambra
Phantomesque Arabella,
SNow White, SLeeping Beauty, Lady Godiva, CInderella
the Pendulum of Eternity
swings in a Glissando of Chandeliers, the Scent of a Woman
becomes like a Thief in the Night of Blue Coral on the shores of that
perpetually upside down world and
jeweled dawn ocean where the Green Blue ALgae,
tick tocking flocks of the Exoskeleton
there where, in perpetual motion
the Golden Egg that is the EYeball Sits, the Sun her Mouth a Forbidden Temple,
her abdomen a Sonic Oasis of Light, the strange tide turning where
King MIdas eloped into the SUnrise his fleshy dream triumphant, the Mermaid QUeen
embraced, SHe whose blue cheeks and
hollow face are coded with the Serpent lore of
Ancient Pythagorean mysteries, the
overt Vivisection of
that OMnivore
Lucifer
She bathed the Lost Night in the AIr of the SPringtime ascending,
breaking in wind waves
thirty thousand feeet below the surface of thee LOuvre
which is now a memory of Man, elephantine in Disguise,
howling its mute heresies
in the catacombs of a dead Gods brain,
the Empty Tomb of Bluebirds
howling Wintertime in Sonatas of Birdsong,
the Suspended disbelief of the Goddess herself
as the dragon waltzes like Dostoyevsky towards a
Diamond Sutra Palindrome,
every new verb anointing the chalice of the neurons
with sea salt fire of ancient boddhissatvasas
as the great buddha Picasso chases the Guernica Bull down a the Stairwell
of Death that turns those with Philosophers EYes into Madmen of the Virtual DIsorder
at the mere sound of the Thunderclap of Witch feet,
the riverbank rises into trillions of itching Bat wings
and one can hear the Webbed Feet of the Goose Queen
and one is flooded by a pastel Wash of hydrogen flowers,
and one is known to be more at the moment Three weird Sisters sleep,
the Shadows in green leaf of cassiopoiea
howl vernal Lichens, eats the Flesh of the Moon,
and amongst the ten thousand sinews of that Ensorcereled Lorelai,
grasshoppers chewed the Flesh of Lazarus,
SHe upon the Waves as in a
Lightbeam danced, her enzymes painted across the Fingerprint of Heaven
on the Tethys Sea,
the Name of Names began
explained itself in the darkness
curled like Schroedingers Cat
in a place that was neither here nor there
as Wave after Wave broke in bizarre oscillation
until a blue green Fleur de Lis licked the Constellation
andromeda into wings of spectral fantasias,
and the illuminated song of Lucifers' Lucid Dreaming Dolphin
sang like the UFO
and thus escaped the Chandrasekhar boundary of the Mermaids' breathe wishes
her Oceanic fairies leapt like
the memory of Zeus into a whirlwind of Curiosity,
as Vines twisted fingerlings of Neptune
down the Ghost haunted flower inside a bottomless wave
and Pablo Neruda turned a cartwheel of Green ink
into the Strange Emerald fire, his Black Eyes concave by Miracles and the
12 thousand starry ballerinas leapt,
their cloven hooves, toeshoes of Cherubim
slinked towards a strange lake, where the PSychotic Nijinsky was lost in a suspended animation
near a carbon copy of the Doppelganger Jesus, the nightmare of purgatorial
Blue Vapors exhaling forgotten wisdom through the smokestacks on the
sea tide, the Urchins of Ghost god spread out on the earth and the kingdom of Men do not know them,
there, SHe grows strange Gardens, where the a Idea is an Ocean of Seaweed that is a Nursemaids Umbrella upside down in the tide, as the Seagulls eyes
reached escape Velocity, Moons of the Twelve Thousand
Chinese brothers, the Crimson Cross
orbiting a Western Sky, ascend on gossamer clouds and somehow in that instant
She gave birth to her Own Mother and
in It's calculus of
Sorrow,
She went racing,
trilobytes chanting
the Barcarolle of Diabolic beings trapped in the Tide,
Unending Beauty of a Telestial Bride , the
Moon Beam soaked Uterus, her NOnesuch drunk Uvula swinging in a
Glissando of Green Blue ALgae,
on cresting phantasmagoria of Hydrogen and Sulfur, bloody phantasms of the
the Astral Lattice click clocking,
tick tocking flocks of Egglike God
that Waits inside the Coiled tongue of Songbirds
circling an Empty Tomb
as the caravanserai
slinked towards a strange lake,
Blue Vapors exhaling wisdom through the
seatide, a Seaweed Umbrella reached escape Velocity, Moons of the Twelve Thousand
Chinese brothers,
orbiting a Western Sky,
circling the Dream of God in that strange calculus of Tragicomic Mad Tomorrow, ,
the moment when the Storm Began.
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