start from
a launching
point?
are you
seeing
things
when you
are sitting
drinking
coffee
thinking
about the
weather
you are
effecting
the weather
just you
one
single person
in a little
chair
I think
you are
seeing
things
seeing
things you
should
not be
seeing
the room
shifts
fades
in then
fades
back out
questioning
your
sexuality was
so
twentieth
century
now we
question
identity
the nature of
existence
itself
I
mean more
deeply
how time
works
I
don’t
understand
really how
it works
but
the body
well
anything
every
thing
is not
really
solid when
you see
things
deeply
down
on that
tiny level
atoms
constantly
are in
motion
and the
eye is
taking it
in all
as something
solid
this
is everything
the
three dimensions
what is
determined
to be a sphere
and cast
a shadow
form a
cloud
overheated engines
a waitress
smiling
why do I say
“this is a hobby”
when there is
no such thing to me
but simply to
search with
all of my heart
the very nature
of truth
not to retract
or any longer
feel guilt
feel abandoned
feel embarrassed
when
I sit still
the jobs come to me
the food comes to me
sit
still shake and
lose hold
of reality
when I
hold traitors
upside down
family heirlooms
fall out
of their mouths
and pockets
a steady
vibration
to form a
stadium
a station
standing
ovation
for one person
holding
breath
changing colors
don’t fall
out of your
chair
fall through
your chair
the
chair does
not exist
you create
the chaos
poltergeist
from your
very mind
in other
words
feed
drama patterns
to individual
and
collective
consciousness
fire burns
strong
from
moment
to moment
across
intra and internet
analog virus
spreads from
black ink
from this hand’s
pen
this plan
we gather
to summon
a hero
with superhuman
strength
we daydream
this hero
will come
and jackhammer
the infrastructure
she
set a good
standard
for traffic lights
not controlled
by satellites
the eyes flicker
the mind
remembers
the pond reflects
winter freezes
reflections
in a frame of
time still enough
to turn back
and reshape
events if
you can only
fit through
the portal
if you cannot
fit through the
portal
send your
little brother
if that does
not work
start
throwing
rocks
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