stream of words, put me to sleep
clear vision, little lines, where the nomad comes from only the burning bush knows
the sacrificial goat pan killed for feast, allegro! the maidens found in psychedelic woods cry no!
refinements, the dark forest gave rise to lone wolf fiction, walked on hind legs upright and let out diseases
speed and morph into mystery and myth
myth mystical magic theory fact.
god! no god! god! no god at all! Sing in unison, you’re singing the same song.
man unravels his skirt into a map, sends Galileo across where there are no shadows.
measure and draw- the answers of science of god, of no god.
dance, adam farted on eve’s thigh and some talent does come from god challenged.
“That we may see and remark and say Whose?”
do you want me to? In the antechamber? Do you hear me? Speak the words
through blind eyes will you? taunt, I would mock thy words, if they were less sublime.
plant syllables enough to make sonnets bust at their seams and fill the ocean of epic form and similes that make the moon put on armor at first mention wage war. the line, like a circle, hovering in the air.
